Chorus
This is the pain I feel
This is the love I haven’t received
These are the scars that peel
These are the destroyed things I need
Pain lost in the 3rd sense
Creeping into the forefront
Of a withered battlefield
Pain brought back from a bang
Nothing is left
Nothing is remembered from the time the fat lady sang
Till Hell’s bowels opened again
Chorus
This is the pain I feel
This is the love I haven’t received
These are the scars that peel
These are the destroyed things I need
Rage found through discomfort
A page in the history
Of a trashed dream
Of democracy and complete freedom
Actions controlled by the threat of violence
Familys destroyed by the slap of abuse
Neglect and distortion
Miscommunication of the 6th sense
No direction
No prince
No savior
Chorus
This is the pain I feel
This is the love I haven’t received
These are the scars that peel
These are the destroyed things I need
Through protection and the drought of Hell’s Bells
We see the funnel of darkness and forgotten dreams
Rights lost
Destruction earned
Pound on me
Make me bleed
Make me scream
That’s all I’m good for
That’s all the children are good for
Chorus
This is the pain I feel
This is the love I haven’t received
These are the scars that peel
These are the destroyed things I need
Protect me
These laws of nothing
Can’t contain the rage
Of fought abuse
and struggles long ago
won by the rapist and the abuser
Chorus
This is the pain I feel
This is the love I haven’t received
These are the scars that peel
These are the destroyed things I need