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Eyes That Don't See
Eyes that don't see___/Stephen Wallflower
I look at her lying on the bed sheet
Her eyes are closed and there's blood flowing to her feet
She doesn't move and her killer knows the cut was deep
I watch closely as the killer runs towards the street
But my eyes don't see
I'm in this apartment and there's two men over a woman's body
One man is shivering and asks where should they dump the body
Sirens outside are blazing and this could turn out to be a major story
But they manage to escape with all heavenly glory
But my eyes don't see
I sit on the rocking chair as this young couple have a fight
The woman gets angry and charges at the man with all her might
He falls down and is greeted with a bright shining light
The woman is crying because she lost a man over one lousy fight
But my eyes don't see
I'm outside my parents bedroom looking at my mom and dad
She seems so distressed so I go around and take something black
Is my mom really waiting for my dad to kill her like that?
Now I remember how I killed my dad with a baseball bat
But no eyes can see
17 September 2017
I look at her lying on the bed sheet
Her eyes are closed and there's blood flowing to her feet
She doesn't move and her killer knows the cut was deep
I watch closely as the killer runs towards the street
But my eyes don't see
I'm in this apartment and there's two men over a woman's body
One man is shivering and asks where should they dump the body
Sirens outside are blazing and this could turn out to be a major story
But they manage to escape with all heavenly glory
But my eyes don't see
I sit on the rocking chair as this young couple have a fight
The woman gets angry and charges at the man with all her might
He falls down and is greeted with a bright shining light
The woman is crying because she lost a man over one lousy fight
But my eyes don't see
I'm outside my parents bedroom looking at my mom and dad
She seems so distressed so I go around and take something black
Is my mom really waiting for my dad to kill her like that?
Now I remember how I killed my dad with a baseball bat
But no eyes can see
17 September 2017
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