The pain rubs out your shadow,
Rain washes away your smile;
Pain-killer pill you want to swallow
Won't heal you, babe, will make you die.
The sea of noise and darkness
Makes you cry in deepest cave.
Torments of love are endless,
They make you be somebody's slave.
My heart is black as dark night;
I died two years ago.
Small bugs drink blood from my eyes,
The eat my bright clean soul.
Love's cruelest thing that I have known,
It hurts like razor knife my heart.
And now I'm leaving my sweet home
To find the death as part of love.