With the blood of the emotions I've come to know
And I'll twist the pen back together, and then
I'll click the tip down and aim it straight at you
Bullets of ink will flee towards your chest
They will sink through your skin, causing ink poisoning
Your heart will try to beat off the seeming mess
But it's too late, I fear there's no time for reasoning
I'll inscribe words onto the ink bullets
Your words that've haunted my soul for too long
So I'll shoot them at you, so your heart never forgets
That apathy is a volunteer disease and it'll consume you till you're gone