INK BLOT ON THE PAGE (January 2010 Version)
Cyrus is a singer-songwriter from India who has been writing lyrics and music for over four decades.
Lyrics
INK BLOT ON THE PAGE
You're gonna love the man who brought it,
You're gonna be the one who bought it,
You're gonna love the way you feel at first;
You'll look at life through different eyes, babe,
You're gonna see through all them lies, but
Just stop to think, does it really quench your thirst?
The first time he gives the works to you, babe,
That's when he starts to turn the screws, but
You're gonna think right then you've reached the top
When he has finished what he's doin', babe,
You're gonna be the one who's ruined, coz
You're gonna find, one day, you just can't stop.
Your nights will be filled with Horror's dream wild,
You're gonna be the one to scream, child,
Your days will be trembling hands and blood stained phlegm;
Each day will be countless cigarettes long, child
You'll wonder where it all went wrong, 'cause
You're gonna be the one, you know, not him.
And you'll hardly know yourself, my friend,
You'll be different from others then,
The man you thought you loved ain't your friend;
And, in your dark, despairing heart,
You'll know you knew from the start
That this was how it all was going to end...
So you roll your sleeve right up your arm; see
Years of self inflicted harm, your
Local friendly pusher's pushin' down your door;
He says you're late in payment now
He wants his money- he don't care how
But I guess you won't have worry any more...
'Coz you're on the biggest trip of your life,
You don't need a gun or knife
In the way you choose to bow and leave the stage -
And this trip take you, you don't know where, but
Somehow you really just don't care, your
Life left just an ink blot on the page.
Yes, your life left just an ink blot on the page...
