The Pain is Still Mine کے بول

The word is easy dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue vaguely describing the taste of blood A distant cry arise from the fathomless well that is my soul I can not hear the words so I throw my heart in like a coin and wish that it would sink forever A purpose, a sacrifice or merely temptation? Is my solitude anything but a perversion of my vanity? I never cared for this weak inclination this paranoid tendency to flock And in between the noise all the guilt a silence would carry my spirit away from diminishing obsessions Away from fools and poisonous flies The birth of a dreamer Behold, an angel of vengeance a lion a sword of fire Alas, the burden of my heart is violence undone pain unfulfilled silence When I finally cut deep into the flesh of giult the un-naked body of shame and the veins of repentance open wide sending rivers of blood into my mouth the pain is still mine