Bleeding, Bleeding, Little Scar

Sparkle, sparkle, butcher knife,
Upon a midnight clear-
Lift the veil from o'er my eyes
And set me free to leer.

Call me blind and deaf and saved,
But don't dare say I'm
hopeless;
If this is what your heaven holds,
This arrogance, this ignorance,
I think I'd rather rot in hell.

Glitter, glitter, pretty tear,
Falling down so loud.
Make me see the light, (sweet light,)
See your audience be wowed.

Call me stupid, blind and saved,
But don't ever say I'm
hopeless;
You say that this is what heaven holds…

(Arrogance, ignorance.)

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