I climbed the mountaintop
I saw the bottom drop
I'm clinging to driftwood
I swim in a deep worls
Words unspoken
Seem so foreign
Have you heard this one
The hair on the back of your neck stands
Another way out
Another way out
The army ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
Fang bite tarantula
Taste of my symptoms
Gasoline and a pistol
Blood filling the bathub
Swollen eyelids
Baffled by this
Tell us what you see
The hair on the back of your neck stands
Another way out
Another way out
The army ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
I've bit my lip for the last time
The flog lifts up for the blind
Free of body free of mind
I'll build my mold up rest inside
Ink spills on paper
Paper spells my blood
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
The army ants have escaped
The hair on the back of your neck stands up
Ink runs into my cup
I sip epiphany
Ink spills on paper
(ink spills on paper)
Paper spells my blood
(paper spells my blood)
Ink spills on paper
(ink spills on paper)
Paper spells my blood
Writer(s): Derek Doherty, Nathan Barcalow, Randy Strohmeyer, Marc Edwin Allen, Alejandro Martinez Linares
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