Pain Don't Bore Me
I see tormenting figures, writhing in their pain
It becomes then overrun then, it's the price of their shame
Left traces of their faces, burning all the while
So horrified, so nullified so, a sadistic smile
I feel his realness swarm around to touch my arms
Swamped with the weight of endless causes
Call for help from the nearby horses
Running from fear 'cuz the devil is near and
Somehow I always wind up here
This is my haven
Skin cut, head shaven
These are my loonies
Come forth, walk through me
So call me your story
Your pain don't bore me
It absorbs me
Resurface, what's my purpose
Think I'm in my room
There's a poor old face on the door
Who sides with doom and gloom
And every breath I take he watches over me
Administer
More of your ripe dysphoria
That's what you what I think
Now I have my meal
I steal a trip to the garden shed
Cornered away with a dying old lady who
Sings songs of how she loves to be dead
This is my haven
Skin cut, head shaven
These are my loonies
Come forth, walk through me
So call me your story
Your pain don't bore me
It absorbs me
This is my haven
Skin cut, head shaven
These are my loonies
Come forth, walk through me
So call me your story
Your pain don't bore me
It absorbs me
Autor(es): Arthur Harrison-Ward