Bleeding like a fountain pen
Alarm clock rips open my eyes Staring at the black spots before my eyes Mirror showing bloodshot eyes Another day on the 9 to 5
These days of blood, eyes of fire
You tell me it's better to give than to receive So tell me why is it you that's bleeding me
7 O'clock - got to wake up Look in the mirror, see my face See the traces of yesterday
And as I watch the evening news Telling me of the day's slaughter Spilling innards on my dreams As I bleed cold sleep sweat