Ink

(Chant – soft, spaced, almost spoken)

You paid for the ink that day…

Didn’t know it would turn out this way…

You paid for the ink that day…

But I’m living the meaning now…

Rising from the mud… I had to learn how…

Rose up from the ground… to where I stand now…

Every line became a truth… I’m living in…

What was once just ink… now it’s all sinking in…

It was just a symbol… you could see…

Now it’s living deep… inside of me…

I felt every sting… that needle gave…

My heart was cut deeper… than the blade…

Didn’t know… it would turn out this way…

Thought it was just skin and ink…

Didn’t know… how deep it’d sink…

The needle barely broke my skin…

But it went deeper… within…

Left a mark… I couldn’t see…

So now… it’s all a part of me…

(Bridge – build, more strength)

Every mark on my skin… was a piece of a story…

Every line, every curve… was painting my story…

Led me through the mud and the dirt… and I grew…

Rose up from the pain and the hurt… I went through…

Into everything… I never knew…

(Outro – same chant, deeper meaning, softer again)

You paid for the ink that day…

Didn’t know it would turn out this way…