Ink!Sans Tribute

Made a song for Ink the Creator/Guardian of AU's All lyrics from this channel is created by myself. Canvas vast, a million worlds I bleed From vibrant hues to shades of desperate need My brushstrokes swirl, a chaotic symphony But the colors aren't my own, they're lent to me. I paint the laughter, carve the joyful tear A puppeteer of feelings, born of borrowed fear. This frantic energy, this restless, driven hand Just trying to create what I can't understand. They see the savior, the artist of their fate Oblivious to the void behind the painted gate. Each vibrant stroke, a potion wearing thin And the fear of emptiness creeps beneath my skin. Smiling brightly, but the ink runs down my face Another happy ending in this lonely, hollow space. A painted smile, a fabricated, perfect scene Lost in the echoes of what might have been. This fragile lie, I wear it like a crown Building up these universes, just to watch them drown. Ink on my hands, but nothing in my soul Playing out the story, losing all control. I see the threads, the fractures in the weave The glitches in the code, the secrets I believe Are tearing at the edges, threatening to fray And all my fragile creations might just slip away. I fight the darkness, the errors in the code Protecting fleeting moments on this lonely road. But the weight of all these timelines, it begins to crush A silent guardian, in a desperate rush. They cheer the hero, oblivious to the cost The pieces of myself perpetually lost. Each vibrant stroke, a memory I borrow Fearing the tomorrow, filled with only sorrow. Smiling brightly, but the ink runs down my face Another happy ending in this lonely, hollow space. A painted smile, a fabricated, perfect scene Lost in the echoes of what might have been. This fragile lie, I wear it like a crown Building up these universes, just to watch them drown. Ink on my hands, but nothing in my soul Playing out the story, losing all control. Sometimes I catch a glimpse, a flicker in the glass Of the empty shell I am, the moments that don't last. The echoes of a feeling, a phantom in the air A yearning for connection that I cannot bear. So I paint another sunrise, a playful, gentle breeze Anything to distract from what's beneath the trees. Smiling brightly, but the ink runs down my face Another happy ending in this lonely, hollow space. A painted smile, a fabricated, perfect scene Lost in the echoes of what might have been. This fragile lie, I wear it like a crown Building up these universes, just to watch them drown. Ink on my hands, but nothing in my soul Playing out the story, losing all control. The ink keeps flowing, the worlds keep coming true But behind the masterpiece, there's nothing left of you. Just a painted facade, a whisper in the night Fading into the darkness, devoid of any light. Devoid of any light... Made with the help of Suno AI.