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Eyes wide shut and I still feel the needle in my back Cutting through my veins and spirit making me relax I can't tell if i am living or just holding on 'Cause wicked games heeds wicked in us (?) Kick me 'til I drop (?) You silent my song No fist is needed when you call And you seek pain like it is pleasure Like a work of art When I'm your painting, I'm your treasure Purest of them all And call it love or call it murder Kill me quietly Close the door and take it further Where no man has been You silent my song No fist is needed when you call Silent, oh silent, oh Silent my song You silent my song No fist is needed when you call From Letras Mania