<Inside You> page <Lost In The Faith> album page |
It Hurts So WellAs thought turning the screwsPain grips you inside As though the needles Prick your skin And you can feel That you're real It hurts so well As cold, as warm As hungry As nourishing You're suffering As if you were relishing it As though you Are nailed to the cross As though they pour Boiling slops all over you And you can feel That you're real |