(Flesh) Allowing awareness Of something right Or something wrong (Pain) A warning of what not to do Making you feel All the damage done (Mind) Allowing regret Of what you've done right Or you've done wrong (Pain) Shaping reality Making you see Where you have to go On the verge of breaking Slowly sipping in The bleary cup of agony Drowning And imagining adrenaline But only hoping to awake Endlessly nurturing the pain to ignore The needless attention we're longing for (Flesh) Increasing the pulse Pumping through your veins Feeling strong (Pain) Allowing awakening Making you scream For what you have done (Mind) Revisit the past Showing what is right And what is wrong (Pain) Shifting conformity Making you feel You are not so strong (Slowly sipping in) And somehow we get used to that catapult of sentiment Addicted to an imaginary adrenaline, to the closeness to danger Caressing tragedy, just for a little taste. Here, have a sip It will help you to nurture the pain Drink from the cup of agony Just a sip Endlessly nurturing the pain to ignore The needless attention we're longing for Endlessly trying in vain to restore The needs of a heart that beats no more (Slowly sipping in) Crying in vain On the endless fields of suffering we ride To get a taste of tragedy And we are longing for awakening Addicted to pain From a catapult of sentiment we fly And we drink