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Recorded in early 2008 by Cornelius Rambadt at Klangwelt Studio, Essen
Mixed by Cornelius Rambadt & Helge Schellbach
Mastered by Dan Swanö at Unisound Studio
Ok, Ok, diesen Song würde auch ich nicht Death Metal nennen, sondern den derbsten Rochsong der Welt ; P
Mixed by Cornelius Rambadt & Helge Schellbach
Mastered by Dan Swanö at Unisound Studio
Ok, Ok, diesen Song würde auch ich nicht Death Metal nennen, sondern den derbsten Rochsong der Welt ; P
Sewn Eye Sleep:
I sleep with eyes wide open, words weep and will be broken. I creep all through the night, worlds weep, no more words spoken. Please sew up my eyes, please get me some sleep, please screw up my life cause I am in too deep.
I bite the hand that feeds, until it bleeds, to make these sewn eyes see, this is my black blood therapy.
Can´t hide behind sewn eyes, the world weeps and I choke on its cries. Can´t make those worn hearts wanna be, so rip´em out to give an end to this misery. Please sew up my eyes, please get me some sleep, please screw up my life cause I am in too deep.
I bite the hand that feeds, until it bleeds, to make these sewn eyes see, this is my black blood therapy.
The lights are dim, the needle´s bent, the thread used up. My eyes are closed, the blood has dried, but the pain doesn´t stop. When vultures circle round my head it´s time to heal the hand that bled. Time for a black blood therapy, black blood will make those sewn eyes see.
Please sew up my eyes and get me some sleep, screw up my life cause I am in in too deep.
I bite the hand that feeds, until it bleeds, to make these sewn eyes see, this is my black blood therapy.
I sleep with eyes wide open, words weep and will be broken. I creep all through the night, worlds weep, no more words spoken. Please sew up my eyes, please get me some sleep, please screw up my life cause I am in too deep.
I bite the hand that feeds, until it bleeds, to make these sewn eyes see, this is my black blood therapy.
Can´t hide behind sewn eyes, the world weeps and I choke on its cries. Can´t make those worn hearts wanna be, so rip´em out to give an end to this misery. Please sew up my eyes, please get me some sleep, please screw up my life cause I am in too deep.
I bite the hand that feeds, until it bleeds, to make these sewn eyes see, this is my black blood therapy.
The lights are dim, the needle´s bent, the thread used up. My eyes are closed, the blood has dried, but the pain doesn´t stop. When vultures circle round my head it´s time to heal the hand that bled. Time for a black blood therapy, black blood will make those sewn eyes see.
Please sew up my eyes and get me some sleep, screw up my life cause I am in in too deep.
I bite the hand that feeds, until it bleeds, to make these sewn eyes see, this is my black blood therapy.
