No pain save the pain of salvation, no pain saves the pain of realization I can't help the feeling; I just want this to be over We will crash; we will burn on through the night We'll sleep; one will stay up and drive on through the night Empty pockets, sickness and starvation – this is a way of life Inebriation, a vehicle of disease; intoxication, dead to the world but we'll wake in the light We will crash; we will burn on through the night We'll sleep; one will stay up and drive on through the night A refuge for the scum of the earth, the rejects make a place of their own A living hell is what some would call it, for us it's a fucking reality We suffer day by day; we lose each other to humanity I'm urging for the rapture of heart I'm urging for the rapture of heart