There goes Mr. Pain
as he dances on the stage
always dancing so competitively
he aimlessly won again.

Here goes Mr. Pain
playing those drums again
he can care less about the complaints
because the beat feels good from within.

Is that Mr. Pain?
he is still hammering
trying to build a house
he won't stop at anything.

Mr. Pain may have
all the skills by all means
but it's torturing
every part of me
and it's heartbreaking
that he couldn't see.

~I am the stage
whenever he stomps
I feel myself rage
I am the drums
playing as my feet
grow numb
I am the house
where my emotions
get's worn out.~