ZINC
Will the ink on my fingers,
ever come off someday?
I think it'll still linger,
no matter what you say.
(chorus)And so the harbinger sings,
relying on twisted rhymes,
but choking on the ginger,
the harbinger simply dies.--
Addicted to the promise,
there's an end to confusion,
there's something I missed,
because it's all an illusion.(
chorus)
May the rain cleanse you,
no matter what you do,
it's to bad it's acid,
eating right on through...
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