Pain is sharp
Something like a knife
But some say it'll go away
Well how ? Will it melt
Is it ice ?
Maybe that's why it's so cold
But the audacity of you
That you would be so bold
How you rip out hearts
As they say to finish him
But I didn't know
You were immortal in this combat
Fighting an always losing war
With no ammo in my rifle
I whisper to myself
One day I'll settle the score
Ramai
