Pain Of Existence

Hidden people seem to see

The way I cook the brain of thee

Sepia print of hunting dogs

Pointing out the unseen clocks

There I find myself in sorrow

Nothing's left for my tomorrow

Dirty waste of nameless people

A dark blue line of licking nipples

Hard to get from the unknown

Eyes work hard with tears that drown

Take control when I will peer

See the pain of northern fear

Hard to get from the unknown

Eyes work hard with tears that drown

Take control when I will peer

See the pain of northern fear

Hidden people seem to see

The way I cook the brain of thee

Sepia print of hunting dogs

Pointing out the unseen clocks

There I find myself in sorrow

Nothing's left for my tomorrow

Hidden people seem to see

The way I cook the brain of thee

Sepia print of hunting dogs

Pointing out the unseen clocks

Hidden people seem to see

The way I cook the brain of thee

Sepia print of hunting dogs

Pointing out the unseen clocks

There I find myself in sorrow

Nothing's left for my tomorrow

Dirty waste of nameless people

Hidden people seem to see

The way I cook the brain of thee

Sepia print of hunting dogs

Pointing out the unseen clocks

There I find myself in sorrow

Nothing's left for my tomorrow

Dirty waste of nameless people

A dark blue line of licking nipples