The sweet sweet pain
Is a luxury still
In this world so vain
Will you stand still?

To feel the cut
Deep in the flesh
Taste the  blood so hot
So metallic and zest

Will you let it slip?
The blade in your hand?
Will you have death’s grip,
Cut your life like flowing sand?

Will you still be happy?
If you have all but burnt up
Will you ever sing to me?
The Art of Giving Up

So that one day
When I will stand still
And my world in disarray
For the pain I want to ****

So that we may join together
In a place of bliss and comfort
In a place full of sweet laughter
In a place...
Just in a place...
Where we won’t let ourselves falter
Where we stood forth
And never our lives not matter

For I am but a human
Born of the world of lies
Of pretentious showmen
Where law of nature he denies

For we are all but humans
Born of greed and lust
Everyone a monetizing businessman
Indeed we lost our faith and trust

In humanity we all but despaired
The kindness we lost in the waves
Can it not be repaired?
The hearts we blackened, we foolish slaves

Yet we still sing
And our heart still pain bring
For we are but kings
In a kingdom of broken things