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Whispered words from lips, sewn shut.
Tears won't drip down cheeks again,
Such a shame, such a shame,
The thrown knife must've been aimed.
Numb bodies with vacant stares,
Mumbling words that rip and tear,
"No one cares, no one cares,"
No one to help, no one's there.
Whispered words from lips, sewn shut,
A blade that makes a shallow cut,
And then again, deeper, revealing more blood,
That drips silently down to the mud.
A room where lovers and brothers sleep,
Forever, their hearts in jars, you keep,
But the dead, the gone, do they weep?
Tired eyes glance at a heap.
You've been chained here for a while,
They've carved in their best Glasgow smile,
Your blood surrounds you on the cold floor tiles,
And you've cried enough to fill the Nile.
The next time that you open your eyes,
The only thing to hear is your cries,
If anyone asks what's wrong, you'll tell lies,
Because you're hurting from the nightmares you despise.