[Verse 1 - GM]
This circle of eternal stress
We're part of this mess
This realm of ink has been vanquished
When our hopes vanished
The man with unartistic hands
Has many demands
Because of them we've become his own crew
We've drowned in inky sea
Darkest dreams come for thee
Creations made of ink are our sons
We'll meet them in slums
This ink's cold as ever
We drowned here forever
Crеations made of ink are our sons
This ink fills my lungs

[Chorus]
I can't breathе
I cannot breathe again
Hear amen!
I can't see
I cannot see the light
Am I right?
This cruel world's making us more than dead
Feel that dread
We'll become his creations tonight
In this fright
We all were turned into his own Bloody Gold
[Verse 2 - GM]
Shadows of the past can't leave us
They can't just leave us
Because of them, we are still here
Please, just disappear
Absorbed by founder's oppression
And his obsession
No words can define what the hell we are
Artists decapitated
Their fate was devastated
Creations of ink's what they are
This went way too far
My legs also my hands
Becomes what he demands
Creations made of ink are his sons
This ink fills my lungs

[Chorus]
I can't breathe
I cannot breathe again
Hear amen!
I can't see
I cannot see the light
Am I right?
This cruel world's making us more than dead
Feel that dread
We'll become his creations tonight
In this fright
We all were turned into his own Bloody Gold
[Bridge - Victor McKnight]
We are loyal to all of his deeds
His needs become something greater and greater
Tonight this fright
Despite broken lights
Holds us and now
With ink we'll unite
Now we plunge in the sorrow
(For us there is no tomorrow)
But I wish to end my work tomorrow
(For us there is no tomorrow)
I can hear, someone's calling me
Do you set me free?
This ink fills my lungs!

[Chorus]
I can't breathe
I cannot breathe again
Hear amen!
I can't see
I cannot see the light
Am I right?
This cruel world's making us more than dead
Feel that dread
We'll become his creations tonight
In this fright
We all were turned into his own Bloody Gold
[Outro - Victor McKnight & GM]
Now we plunge in the sorrow
I can hear, someone's calling me
Do you set me free?
(This ink fills my lungs)