Final Bow Kyle Allen Music

Trapped in a cell with notes on the walls
Something is familiar like I've seen it all
A prisoner, a subject, savior or a suspect
I hear the Ink Demon as he roams the halls

Who are these two, are they friend or foe?
I wouldn't say this is a very nice hello
I'm deep underground where no one can hear me
How did my life even get this low?

All I can hear is a well of voices screaming down below
I know I don't belong here, I wish this ink disappeared, all it does is flow
Who am I amongst all these souls while it all runs rampant and out of control
Consumed by all this ink like a creative black hole

The curtain falls and we'll have won
Nightmares chasing as we run
People turning one by one
We face the demon, now we begin to make it all undone
The curtain falls and we'll have won
Nightmares chasing as we run
People turning one by one
We face the demon, now we begin to make it all undone

The pain and these memories can't go away
I left the toxicity and something stayed
Growing in the walls, lurking in the halls
A studio of art left to decay