Brother Three - Sleep

Hello, how are you?
I'm fine in my world
So come and visit me
I'll gladly ignore you
You want my apples
They've made my head sore
Weep in my sorrow
My heart is a whore
The world of saints
Are laughing aloud
Feeding me sorrow
They make me feel proud
With love in the hands of the weak
Till the end, I will sleep
I've lived and learned it all
Don't want to be born
Sold off my child soul
Don't want to be bored
The nails live in my shoes
They're easy to ignore
I'm well set in my ways
And burned to the core
The world of saints
Are laughing aloud
Feeding me sorrow
They make me feel proud
With love in the hands of the weak
Till the end, I will sleep

Written by:
Gary Rosenbaum

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