Old jeans, holed socks, bunch of bundles to donate
Caffeine, cigarettes, you rip your clothes entering the gate
There you are, rotten being, spitting fire, light in the cave
A new boudoir reflects the scene, same habits that last for ages
(...)
Your machine misses a start, neglect the books dusting its pages
Believe that things have got hearts
They show themselves in rude shapes
Someone is far, what does it mean? A cold July, endless days...
Meanwhile, to excuse the sin
You save the part that most, that most aches
Are you in pain?
Are you in pain?
Are you in pain too, right now?
Are you in pain? (hm...)
Are you in pain?
Are you in pain too, right now?
(...)
Little feet, tiny eyes, a step ahead to keep the place - the place
Twist the knife in your behind, fresh drops falling from your blade
One last try, one more chance, you're pushing hard by squeezing veins
Before your body splits apart, before your pulse begins to fade
Are you in pain? (hm...)
Are you in pain?
Are you in pain too, right now?
Are you in pain? (hm...)
Are you in pain?
You're in pain too
Right now!
Once you set your thoughts free
Try to forget
When you sleep
When you sleep