No pain, the gain, it had its way with you Forgoing any reason why you shouldn't Why you wouldn't need to To find a shelter from the Bomb of Time You need your youth to validate your rhyme No pain, the gain, it had its way with you Forgoing any reason why you shouldn't Why you wouldn't need to It's a shelter from the time bomb in your head It hides the silent scream of reason gnawing through instead You kill to keep the colour of your hair Your heart is bleached so pale ain't nothin' there We get what we deserve when we go home You'll still be ash though you're encased in chrome