I sleep with eyes wide open, words weep and will be broken. I creep all through the night, worlds weep, no more words spoken. Please sew up my eyes, please get me some sleep, please screw up my life cause I am in too deep. I bite the hand that feeds, until it bleeds, to make these sewn eyes see, this is my black blood therapy. Can´t hide behind sewn eyes, the world weeps and I choke on its cries. Can´t make those worn hearts wanna be, so rip´em out to give an end to this misery. Please sew up my eyes, please get me some sleep, please screw up my life cause I am in too deep. I bite the hand that feeds, until it bleeds, to make these sewn eyes see, this is my black blood therapy. The lights are dim, the needle´s bent, the thread used up. My eyes are closed, the blood has dried, but the pain doesn´t stop. When vultures circle round my head it´s time to heal the hand that bled. Time for a black blood therapy, black blood will make those sewn eyes see. Please sew up my eyes and get me some sleep, screw up my life cause I am in in too deep. I bite the hand that feeds, until it bleeds, to make these sewn eyes see, this is my black blood therapy.

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