Desires in conquest to
Murder her maim her
Progress possession in blackmail entrails to
Pursuit your end for
Regret with shame no end to shade
Bait her in comfort complete
Then move to kill
Red ink
Spills from her veins
Your quill still draws her in
Red ink
Spills from her veins
In curses, in cursive
This is regret in it's purest
A simple plan here
Your on the trail of the
Hunted, haunted now
Smiling and nodding
She'll go without a fight (without a fight)
To your delight
She's unaware
Unaware
She's helpless in your sights
Encounters
Though brief
Murdering heaping
The coals, the heat
Surgery pending
You're
The king
Of cavity quenching by
Inching
The tips
Of fingers across the
Forbidden
Forbidden
Forbidden
I know
You ache
But she is alive
I know
You ache
But she's more than a story
Your entries made public
Your journals in crimson
Her veins filled with red ink
Your quill spills in crimson
Murder her maim her
Progress possession in blackmail entrails to
Pursuit your end for
Regret with shame no end to shade
Bait her in comfort complete
Then move to kill
Red ink
Spills from her veins
Your quill still draws her in
Red ink
Spills from her veins
In curses, in cursive
This is regret in it's purest
A simple plan here
Your on the trail of the
Hunted, haunted now
Smiling and nodding
She'll go without a fight (without a fight)
To your delight
She's unaware
Unaware
She's helpless in your sights
Encounters
Though brief
Murdering heaping
The coals, the heat
Surgery pending
You're
The king
Of cavity quenching by
Inching
The tips
Of fingers across the
Forbidden
Forbidden
Forbidden
I know
You ache
But she is alive
I know
You ache
But she's more than a story
Your entries made public
Your journals in crimson
Her veins filled with red ink
Your quill spills in crimson
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The red ink is the girl's love, which is compared with blood in the song as the guy is bleeding her dry, drawing in all her love when he does not return it. The quill is the guy's lust, taking the love and turning it into "curses in cursive."
The last part of the song "I know you ache but she is alive" is a cry out for those guys to stop doing it.
I love me a good Project song.
Your journals in crimson
Her veins filled with red ink
Your quill spills in crimson"
THis means that the man now filled with her love(red ink), only contains "crimson" to write with. Crimson not being as pure. So the man has something much less pure. The overall moral is to chose love over lust as it is more pure.
the song makes way more sense now. i love it
1) The man is on a quest to have sex with women for selfish pleasure and for "bragging rights" with his friends.... he wants to become "king" of the female "cavity." Many guys today falsely believe that sleeping with women is what makes one a man and this guy is one of those types.
2) Doing this makes him completely empty and decayed person that passes his decay onto every woman he fools into sleeping with him.... a "cavity king."
I also really appreciate these acts being shown for exactly what they are: acts of violence. Sexual sin is probably the most harmful, devastating sin one can commit. It haunts the victims and can very likely destroy their (and their family's) lives. What the "Cavity King" is doing is rape. He's stealing love from women and exploiting their bodies for pleasure with no intention of giving them a lifelong commitment or anything in return other than pain. He's stabbing, maiming, murdering them.... and enjoying it while he does it.
Schwab closes the song perfectly noting that we all have sexual desires "I know you ache...," but calls all of us men out by stating that we absolutely cannot act like this because "she is alive... she's more than a story." This is definitely one of my favorite Project songs because of its great sound, lyrical depth, and very strong message.