Red wrists, red wrists
You know where you been
Places where nightmares begin.
You know where you been
Places where nightmares begin
The Bars on windows
A cold cell calling your name
Red wrists to remind you
All the things that came
Red Wrists, red wrists
You know where you been
With pain lurking within
Nurses with pills
The mental illness that kills
The trapping of one’s own mind
With secrets inside
Red wrists, red wrists
You know where you been
Places where only nightmares being!
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