With Ink Instead Of Blood - Jack White | Текст песни

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• With Ink Instead Of Blood
• Jack White

I smile from ear to ear cutting through your skin with the scalpel in my hands,
What a perfect day to slit another wrist.
Oh these good times, oh these sweet good times,
I decapitate and joke destroying your paradise.
My body's shivering because of my desires,
My mind is full of dire thoughts and once again I laugh.
I in ecstasy of murder,
The corpses of those jokers in my room are getting colder.
And I'm madly happy to see you people suffer,
Just a glimpse of your torture makes my day.
Oh come'on baby why do they think I am insane,
I'm nothing but a little kid playing his games.
Stop being pricks mad on me,
I'm just a child who is free.
Forget all you believe in,
My world is circus, and I'm not dreamin'
Its a mad world.