I don't know what I was thinking Leaving my workshop behind Now, I suffer the curse and now, I am blind With all this anger, ink and cartoons Coming to haunt me forever I can't wait for the cliff at the end of the river Is this revenge I am seeking Or seeking someone to avenge me? Stuck in my own workshop, I wanna set myself free Maybe, I should run and find Before HE'll try to stop it It won't be long before I'll become an searcher It's been so long Since I last have seen my workshop Lost to this monster To THE INK DEMON BEHIND THE CURSE Since you've been gone I've been singing this stupid song So, I could ponder The sanity of your creator I wish I lived in the present With the gift of my past mistakes But the past keeps luring in like a pack of snakes Your sweet little pipes, your little ink machine is all I remember Those fuzzy memories mess with my temper Justification is killing me but killing isn't justified What happened to my workshop? I'm terrified It lingers in my mind and

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