[Verse]
Needles in my hand, sketching stories in the skin,
Canvas on the flesh where the pain lets us begin,
Death grins wide, but we stare it in the face,
Ink therapy the answer in life's chaotic race.
[Chorus]
Why so serious, life’s just a ticking clock,
Colors in the veins where the pain pounds and knocks,
Painted sins drip, demons dance above the deep,
A scar and a memory, it’s the secrets that we keep.
[Verse 2]
Lines so sharp, they cut like a blade,
Shadows in my art, every mark finely laid,
Tattooed whispers telling tales of the lost,
Trading screams for beauty at an irreversible cost.
[Bridge]
Living loud, every breath a fleeting sigh,
Every tattoo a scream that you never can deny,
I'm the wizard with the ink, stitching stories on a whim,
Life’s too short to waste, dare to live out on the limb.
[Chorus]
Why so serious, life’s just a ticking clock,
Colors in the veins where the pain pounds and knocks,
Painted sins drip, demons dance above the deep,
A scar and a memory, it’s the secrets that we keep.
[Verse 3]
Black and red ink, drowning sorrows in the night,
Every piece aggressive, like we’re raging in the fight,
Metal drops heavy, bass rattles in my core,
Gave the devil my design and then I asked for more.