Pain Hates Me
I walk the line 'till the end of the road.
I never went that far...
I wanna drown myself in your eyeball.
The midnight-pain is on the way.
It seems like this will be the day.
I don't care and I don't think about it...
But hey, you faint me,
you taint me,
like every single day.
You hate me, you fake it.
I wish you'd go away...
Pain rapes me,
pain hates me, like every single day.
It's okay, it's okay.
I cut out shapes of murdered dreams and pin them on your chest.
Painting by numbers, little baby.
You are my favourite number one in a line of things not to become.
I don't care and I don't think about it.
El Dolor Me Odia
Camino la línea hasta el final del camino.
Nunca fui tan lejos...
Quiero ahogarme en tu mirada.
El dolor de medianoche está en camino.
Parece que este será el día.
No me importa y no pienso en ello...
Pero hey, me desmayas,
me manchas,
como cada día.
Me odias, lo finges.
Ojalá te fueras...
El dolor me viola,
el dolor me odia, como cada día.
Está bien, está bien.
Recorto formas de sueños asesinados y las pego en tu pecho.
Pintando por números, pequeño bebé.
Eres mi número uno favorito en una lista de cosas que no debo ser.
No me importa y no pienso en ello.