The pain
The pain
The pain in the mundane
The pain in my tear
As I try not to play your game
Missing you I reckon
I'm guilty I measure
I've slain these emotions
As you watch from afar
Death to us
But now I just feel lame
I wonder if you still think
I wonder if you still feel
I wonder all the time
As I squeeze lemons into my eyes
Drown out the memories of lies
Memories of lies
Memories of spite
But the memories of love
Is what's causing my fight
Juxtaposition being your mission
From god you say
Like god, you are god
Like god, you aren't,
Thrown into the purge of born
Into the depths of death
You're just like us,
Whoever that is
