there was a time I was crying for better times and so much more
bitterness made me believe that there is nothing but endless grief
whatever I did was pumpin' my force out of my heart
this life pumpin' source
and drowned in my tears I realize
life is to love and to despise
why shall I act the fool?
is pain the other kind of fuel?
the salve of pleasure works just to close your wounds
what s pleasure?
and it will grow on again instead of pain
and if you feel that you re feeling o so great
I never felt this way
for sure for sure soon you will for sure soon you will taste the blade
nothing s for sure
I will taste the blade
soon you will taste the blade
for sure it tastes so great
rusty pain that haunts in gloom
haunts me fills my space with doom
there where I'll be I cannot see it surfin' my vain
slowly it turns into the light
but fast out of a gloomy night
for that I can see
so it'll shock me or never again
so come on!
You'll lose your brightest livin' gem you'll lose as fast as it will lam
escape this pain you re not in chains the blade may proudly carve your veins
why shall I act the fool
pain is the other kind of fuel
