• Look in the ink, what do you see?
    It does not appear to you, what it does to me
    Let your mind go blank, your cinscience roam free
    Let your sould depart, from your body

    Look closer and closer, does it come to be?
    Do patterns form in symmetry?
    Let the music play in harmony

    Do patterns form that appear scary?
    Do blissful images appear pretty?

    Now look into the ink what do you see?
    There's nothing there, such trickery