Lacuna
Coil - The Pain
I
wake up to a smoking gun
The evidence is in your head
There's no proof of guilt or innocence
I'm finished with you taking me through
A line of questioning that feeds you
I'm must confess I'm here to kill the pain
To
kill the pain (x4)
Chorus:
What can I do?
To kill the pain
How hard I fight?
To kill the pain
No matter how
To kill the pain
How long I've tried
The
sword of justice in your hand
You cut me down, sharp like a blade
You make me want to never trust again
I'm finished with you draging me through
More lies and deceipt that feeds you
I'm must confess I'm here to kill the pain
To
kill the pain (x4)
Chorus
Doesn't
matter, if it mattered I would never have tried
To save us both from losing our minds
Doesn't matter if you shatter me now
I have to get away
The rain comes, the rain comes
Nothing's gonna buy you time
The rain comes, the rain comes
You know it's gonna come
Chorus
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HDK
- Breakdown
The
seeds had been planted in advance
Still all this despair has made a mess
Revenge on my lips tastes sickly sweet
In wake of my prides bitterness
Devotion
is poison, so toxic
Passion is venom, its deadly
Love is a cancer, a liar
Weaving corruption through every organ
Its always been easy, too basic
Life is now dealing in credit
All of my debts come together
Fate is an agent wanting repayment
I
made my bed, I crossed the lines
I tasted seduction so malign
Its purring a warning in my ear
Confirming the fears I define
Hypocrisy
sickens and haunts me
Fuels the fire, the hunger
Wary and scheming, I want this
Dulling the blade was never an option
Skeletons buried much deeper
Hidden and padlocked, this closet
Proffers the nerve to point fingers
Throw accusations, keeping my secrets
Chorus:
What is this grief surging through my veins
Devouring me whole?
What is this sting crippling me?
A total breakdown
Thrown
out of balance, caught off-guard
Seeing the end before the start
In spite of my sense, I lost control
Leaving me battered and scarred
Feeling
mistreated, resentful
Boundaries are bleeding, uncertain
Blurred by the act of commencement
No reservation and no discretion
Driven by predicting the future
Test every option ruthlessly
All these emotions confound me
Feel like a stranger in my own skin now
Chorus
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