Ink Slowly Dries

When my skull becomes an ornament
Instead of casing my brain it holds keys and loose change
When my skin begins to disintegrate
Finally disappear, my body evaporates with everything else
Now my hands and my feet are tied
It’s safe to assume this is how I will die
I’m not evil
Through I am trying
Still be building buildings
So say goodnight
'Cause I’ll still be here tomorrow
Now that my hands and my feet are still tied
It’s safe to assume this is me, most alive
I’m not evil
Through I am trying
Still be building buildings
So say goodnight
Still be building bridges
So say goodnight
Still be building buildings
So say goodnight
Still be crossing bridges
So say goodnight
Still be building bridges
Still be building bridges
Still be building houses
Still be building bridges
Still be building buildings