Bleeding Me (Live with the SFSO) - Metallica

I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops me Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That there is not much left of me Nothing is real but pain now Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please God, wake me Back in the womb it's much too real In pumps life that I must feel But can't look forward to reveal Look to the time when I'll live Fed through the tube that sticks in me Just like a wartime novelty Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please God, wake me Now the world is gone, I'm just one Oh God help me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please God, help me Darkness imprisoning me All that I see Absolute horror I cannot live I cannot die Trapped in myself Body my holding cell Landmine has taken my sight Taken my speech Taken my hearing Taken my arms Taken my legs Taken my soul Left me with life in hell

Alright Here's another Metallica song, is that alright? I'm diggin' my way I'm diggin' my way to somethin' I'm diggin' my way to somethin' better I'm pushin' to stay I'm pushin' to stay with somethin' I'm pushin' to stay with somethin' better Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh Oh, yeah I'm sowing the seeds, yes I'm sowing the seeds I've taken I'm sowing the seeds I take for granted This thorn in my side This thorn in my side is from the tree This thorn in my side is from the tree I've planted Ooh, it tears me and I bleed, yeah Ooh Yeah Caught under wheels roll I take the leech, I'm bleeding me Can't stop to save my soul I take the leash that's leading me I'm bleeding me, whoa Ooh, I can't take it Caught under wheels roll Oh, the bleeding of me Oh-oh, the bleeding of me Caught under wheels roll I take the leech, I'm bleeding me Can't stop to save my soul I take the leash that's leading me I'm bleeding me, whoa, ooh, I can't take it Caught under wheels roll, oh, the bleeding of me I'm diggin' my way Yes, I'm diggin' my way to somethin' I'm diggin' my way to somethin' better I'm pushin' to stay I'm pushin' to stay with somethin' I'm pushin' to stay with somethin' better With somethin' better Nice Alright. It's feelin' better now, alright? I agree Thank you You agree, you agree too Is that, is that your dad? I can't hear you Do you wanna do "Judas" again? Oh, maybe next year That's a good idea

Way, way down inside there's a hollow soul An emptiness shatters tomorrow And I find it hard to breathe for me in your company Seems I've been taken for granted And you're breaking me and bleeding me down to nothing It's tearing me down You're breaking me and bleeding me down to nothing Yeah! Maybe, this time baby it's meant to be No more suffocating you or me, oh yeah And I payed the price, but you're sentencing me to life And I feel I bought in my time And you're breaking me and bleeding me down to nothing It's tearing me down You're breaking me and bleeding me down to nothing Again You're breaking me And bleeding me Again You're bleeding me, you're bleeding me And you're breaking and bleeding me down to nothing You're tearing me down You're breaking me and bleeding me down to nothing You're tearing me, tearing me down again Tearing me down again You're breaking me and bleeding me Bleeding me again

I got nasty habits, I take tea at three Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner Must be hung up for a week My best friend, he shoots water rats And feeds them to his geese Don'cha think there's a place for you In between the sheets? Come on now, honey We can build a home for three Come on now, honey Don't you wanna live with me? And there's a score of harebrained children They're all locked in the nursery They got earphone heads they got dirty necks They're so 20th century Well they queue up for the bathroom 'Round about 7: 35 Don'cha think we need a woman's touch to make it come alive? You'd look good pram pushing Down the high street Come on now, honey Don't you wanna live with me? Whoa, the servants they're so helpful, dear The cook she is a whore Yes, the butler has a place for her Behind the pantry door The maid, she's French, she's got no sense She's wild for Crazy Horse And when she strips, the chauffeur flips The footman's eyes get crossed Don'cha think there's a place for us Right across the street Don'cha think there's a place for you In between the sheets?