Pain and it's joys
Pain, it hurts us most of all,
but without it we would fall
into a pit of endless fear,
without that which we hold so dear.
So, come now you weary fool,
who says that pain is a useless tool
and I will show you the folly of joy,
and free your mind of it's loathsome ploy.
Joy tells you everything will be alright,
but then you two get in a fight,
and they take away their wondrous bliss,
and fill your heart with emptiness.
You cry and sob with much remorse,
for you are under their evil curse.
No matter how much you beg or how much you plea,
joy will never return to thee.
And so now you see how joy traps all,
and plunges them into a desperate fall,
until they discover the pleasure of pain,
and how it never leaves you again.
Pain, oh that emotional dive,
that reminds us once again we are alive.
That reminds once again...we. are. alive.
Pain, it hurts us most of all,
but without it we would fall
into a pit of endless fear,
without that which we hold so dear.
So, come now you weary fool,
who says that pain is a useless tool
and I will show you the folly of joy,
and free your mind of it's loathsome ploy.
Joy tells you everything will be alright,
but then you two get in a fight,
and they take away their wondrous bliss,
and fill your heart with emptiness.
You cry and sob with much remorse,
for you are under their evil curse.
No matter how much you beg or how much you plea,
joy will never return to thee.
And so now you see how joy traps all,
and plunges them into a desperate fall,
until they discover the pleasure of pain,
and how it never leaves you again.
Pain, oh that emotional dive,
that reminds us once again we are alive.
That reminds once again...we. are. alive.
