Sentence by Tycho Brahe Lyrics

Cutting little pieces off your
Life sentence
You are hard done by
You are home again
Happy in the knowledge of your
Dependence
You are still intact
You will still remain

But she is not the same as you
She never could consider
How you live with what you do
And she is easily forgiven
For having formed this attitude
In ignorance and solitude
With total lack of gratitude
These wasted years of servitude
I take them all and throw them back at you

Mother's little helper is a
Sidewinder
He is heatseeker
He is home again
Happy in the knowledge of her
Dependence
She is still intact
He will still remain
But he is not the same as you
He never could consider
How you live with what you do
And he is easily forgiven
For having formed this attitude
In ignorance and solitude
With total lack of gratitude
These wasted years of servitude
I take them all and throw them back at you

Bleed me
Bleed me
Bleed me (until the well is dry)
Bleed me (i give them all to you)
Bleed me (until the well is dry)
Bleed me (i give them all to you, and on)
Bleed me (until the well is dry? i ask you)
Bleed me (i give them all to you)