Lyrics Tired Eyes - Samuel Godinho
Smoke
the
cigarette
until
it
burns
my
fingertips
The
flame
is
past
the
filter
I
can
taste
the
tar
that's
on
my
lips
Smoke
like
exhaust
fumes,
gotta
go
refill
the
script
I
don't
feel
like
talking
all
you'll
get
is
an
ellipsis
Foggy
cold
and
grey
I
think
this
world
of
mine
has
lost
its
charm
I
don't
fit
in
with
the
others
cause
I
have
intent
to
harm
I
got
a
short
fuse
so
I
think
you
should
ring
the
alarm
Blow
this
place
to
bits
I'll
run
away
and
go
hide
at
a
farm
Sleep
deprived
I
lost
my
mind
I
think
I
overpacked
my
baggage
Eyes
feel
like
they're
cinderblocks
I
will
not
make
it
through
the
passage
Demons
in
my
mind
all
carry
knives,
and
they're
very
savage
Slicing
up
my
memories
gone
through
my
mind
and
left
it
ravaged
All
I
hear
is
ringing
all
I
see
are
just
some
blurred
shapes
Our
brains
are
very
fragile
a
little
trauma
is
enough
to
break
Us
into
a
thousand
pieces
with
our
spirits
in
the
lake
What's
it
matter
if
I'm
real
if
everything
I
know
is
fake
Staring
down
a
barrel
filled
with
whiskey
or
its
gunpowder
Either
one
will
do
just
fine
especially
since
I
have
the
power
To
adapt
to
anything,
twenty
four
like
Jack
Bauer
Trek
through
all
the
darkest
caves
I'll
climb
all
of
the
highest
towers
I
wish
there
was
another
way
for
me
to
feel
the
ground
Floating
through
an
endless
space
I
can't
move
cause
my
limbs
are
bound
Maybe
I'll
just
make
a
deal
and
mingle
with
the
hellhounds
Until
they
rip
my
flesh
apart
my
screaming
is
their
favorite
sound
What's
a
ray
of
light
when
your
whole
world
is
just
a
black
hole
What's
a
little
bit
of
kindness
if
you
throw
away
your
soul
What's
a
bit
of
discipline
but
if
you
have
no
self
control
Everything
is
useless
I
don't
ever
think
I'll
be
whole
Just
a
lone
ronin
cursed
to
always
walk
the
streets
at
night
I'm
paranoid
I'm
seeing
things
I'm
always
ready
for
a
fight
You
never
know
which
of
your
friends
might
end
up
Trying
to
take
your
life
So
I'll
never
let
my
guard
down
I
hope
I'm
not
actually
right
My
eyes
are
so
low
down
my
face
that
I
can't
even
see
If
I
open
up
my
third
eye
maybe
that
will
be
a
guide
for
me
Tears
are
overflowing
makes
me
wonder
if
I'm
really
free
Or
am
I
just
a
product
of
the
pain
that
hides
inside
of
me?
I
don't
really
know
cause
these
days
it
gets
hard
to
tell
Is
the
line
between
reality
and
dreams
a
plastic
prison
cell?
Is
this
part
of
who
I
am
or
am
I
just
under
a
spell?
What's
the
point
of
all
of
this
cause
either
way
I
live
in
Hell
I'm
fighting
tooth
and
nail,
but
the
hill
is
too
steep
And
I
see
the
pale
rider
for
my
soul
he's
come
to
reap
I
don't
know
what
to
do
I
think
that
I'll
break
down
and
weep
I
should
close
my
eyes
so
very
tight
and
finally
go
to
sleep
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