Inked in Red - Single Version

With history has drawn these lines across my face
 With bones through flesh, and will it always be this way?
 A change of hands again, clandestine operative
 You can gun me down when I've got nothing left to give
 A tragedy is written, inked in red
 Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
 A tragedy is written, inked in red
 Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
 I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
 I'm running through the forests in the dead of night
 Each way I turn, I'm searching for a guiding light
 But there just don't seem to be any signs of life
 So here I go again, crawling on my knees
 Through the jagged era of uncertainty
 With my incompetence, it's painted on my face
 And I am left here wondering when I'll leave this place
 A tragedy is written, inked in red
 Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
 A tragedy is written, inked in red
 Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
 I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
 I'm running through the forests in the dead of night
 Each way I turn, I'm searching for a guiding light
 But there just don't seem to be any signs of life
 Oh, as it seems that this life is a waking dream
 Oh, as it seems that this life is a waking dream
 I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
 I'm running through the forests in the dead of night
 Each way I turn, I'm searching for a guiding light
 But there just don't seem to be any signs of life, oh