[male vocals] This
pain
This
pain
is
wrecking
the
man
i'm,
this
pain
is
painful
and
sensational.
It
hurts
deeply,
it
tortures
my
soul
like
dancing
on
hot
pan,
sometime
i
feel
like
breaking
into
tears,
sometimes
i
feel
like
ending
it
all,
sometimes
i
feel
burnt
out
and
worn
out.
I
dont
want
to
buy
the
last
ticket,
i
dont
want
to
board
the
last
train,
i
still
have
alot
in
my
dreams'
cart.
I
dont
want
to
take
that
frightful
leap
into
the
lasting
darkness,
Heavens
heal
me.
This
pain
please,
let
me
live
my
life,
i
have
alot
of
dreams
in
my
life's
carts,
i
have
not
touched
many
of
them.
It
hurt
like
hot
fire,
pepperish
like
chili
pepper,
dangling
like
a
reed
before
the
wind.
I
dont
want
to
feel
it
anymore,
i
dont
want
to
wear
this
pain
anymore.
i'm
tire
of
living
on
medications
like
a
three
square
meal,
yet
the
pain
never
stopped.
I
have
done
my
best,
i
visited
the
best
hospitals,
i
have
met
the
best
doctors,
i
have
consulted
the
best
brains
and
minds.
I
have
done
all
manner
of
prescriptions
and
procedures.
Still,
they
aint
enough
to
stop
this
pain.
I
dont
want
to
buy
the
last
ticket,
i
dont
want
to
board
the
last
train,
i
still
have
alot
in
my
dreams'
cart.
I
dont
want
to
take
that
frightful
leap
into
the
lasting
darkness,
Heavens
heal
me.
I
feel
like
i'm
drowning,
i
feel
like
my
strength
fading
away,
i
feel
like
i'm
floating
in
the
wind
and
about
to
vanish
into
the
atmospher.
It
hurts
badly,
this
goes
beyond
words.
Doctors
say
it
has
no
cure,
they
say
it
can
only
be
managed.
I
was
not
born
like
this,
i
didnt
grow
like
this,
i
never
knew
it
would
come
to
this,
nobody
told
me
life
has
bends
and
turns.
This
pain
drains
my
hard
earn
money,
sips
my
toils,
licks
my
tills,
wines
my
faith,
eats
up
my
flesh.
This
weight
is
too
heavy
for
my
body
to
bears,
i
dont
wish
this
to
my
enemies.
This
bend
is
dangerous,
this
turn
is
malicious,
this
corner
is
uncautious,
this
aroundabout
is
ferocious,
this
busstop
is
envious.
Those
with
good
health
dont
know
how
graciously
graced
they
are.
I
dont
want
to
buy
the
last
ticket,
i
dont
want
to
board
the
last
train,
i
still
have
alot
in
my
dreams'
cart.
I
dont
want
to
take
that
frightful
leap
into
the
lasting
darkness,
Heavens
heal
me.
Heavens
help
me,
i
cant
hold
on
anylonger,
i'm
passing
out
in
seconds,
looking
frail
and
faint
like
fading
stars
in
the
sky.
I
dont
want
to
run
barefooted
on
broken
bottles
and
glasses.
Time
seems
longer
than
usual,
Calenda
looks
static,
everything
looking
standstill.
All
looking
boring
and
tiring
like
fallen
brown
reeds
littering
under
the
tree's
shades
about
to
rot
away
God
help
me,
Heavens
dont
turn
your
back
on
me.
Men
have
tried
all
they
can,
all
they
know,
they
are
bored
and
tired.
I
dont
want
to
take
the
last
train
to
the
beyond.
I'm
like
a
man
whose
legs
and
hands
are
tied
with
chains
and
handcuffs,
whose
mouth
is
sealed
with
tape
and
eyes
blindfolded.
Helplessly
waiting
to
be
sacrificed
to
the
gods
of
the
Hades.
I
dont
want
to
buy
the
last
ticket,
i
dont
want
to
board
the
last
train,
i
still
have
alot
in
my
dreams'
cart.
I
dont
want
to
take
that
frightful
leap
into
the
lasting
darkness,
Heavens
heal
me.