I have not seen the green grass, everything is brown and dieing inside my heart, I do not wonder in the closed yonder of years gone past, my eyes are open, my eyes are open, why cain't you just let me sleep, my eyes are open.
Days are minutes, seconds are years, nights are streaming tears, I fight to hold back the flood, I try and I try to scrub, but theses blood stood stains won't wash off my soul, my eyes are open, I saw everything you fucking did, I was just a damn kid, father, mother, marry may I, sins of the bastard forever burn my soul.
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