Blood Of The Scribe

All of this comes crashing down,
Cornerstone's gone
No end in sight
Ink well has run dry, fill it with blood of the scribe
Rest comes easy to the guitless
The vampire laments as he prays for the sun
Doom, despair, tragedy are the tool of the trade
Cut to the bone, rob the grave
Unearth the stone, lay to waste
Defile the tome, rip the page
Stipe mine the vein, lay to waste
Frayed at the edge, flat lined
The anvil cracks
The hammer relentlessly comes down
A new pariah is born
Chastisement lays you down to sleep, tucks you in with bloody kisses
Gifts of nightmares bitter sweet
Type A negative shuts me down
Catch phrase will be the death of me
Is this not what you came to see?
What, are you not entertained?
Climb the walls 'til nails bleed
Rip the hair, tear the seams, break the glass
Head in hands, bell tols endlessly
No end in sight