Pain, so demanding.
Always needing to be felt.

Why?
Why can't I just be alone,
without the pain,
without the agony.

You can pull out that razor,
slice all you want.
You're still gonna feel the pain.
You're still gonna feel the hurt.

I'm stronger than that pain.
Better than that pain.

But that is a lie.
Because pain, pain will always be felt.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"