Pig faced babies, living on maybes.
Sodomize the dying, anal f*ck confining.
Strangled youth screams to me, ripping out your ecstasy.
Kurt Cobain rejects fill out Generation X.
Words like needles, jabbing into me.
Paint the pictures, all dirty images.
I see your little scheming, wake up stop your dreaming.
I feel just like I should, pain feels so good.
Pain, I feel it
Pain, I need it
Pain, I bleed it
Pain, believe it