Don't blink
Don't speak
Don't even start to think
On your exhale
You'll start to pale
Happy thoughts will shrink
Echoed dreams
Disastrous dreams
It starts to show its might
The mind's a gun
That shoots out thoughts
We're not allowed to fight
You'll crave for pain
And enjoy shame
Then flesh will start to shout
Your eyes will stream
But built a dam
Won't let a drop get out

Nothing can compare
To the pleasure
That tears will bear

Nothing can compare
To the pleasure
Of no one being there

Nothing can compare
To the pleasure
But no one will care
Take care.