I'll suffer anything
Any psychic pain
A transit the moon and the stars
Lonesome smoky bars
I move from station to station
Holy spheres
And the music made
A symphony of volcanic eruption

And it burns town to towns
It burns down the cities
It burns down my life
All is left is sullen rubble

I'll suffer anything
It's only psychic pain
Nothing I can't handle
Nothing I haven't seen