Category : Songs

Sub Category : Rock

I'm the suffer genius, and i feel unique with my tolerance for my pain. 
At least i know how to handle suffering

My heart was a broken vase but i kissed it and glued it together with my spit
and breathed into the hole to make it beat. 

No, i don't loathe my pain
i'm just its parent and its my sick little child
When it cries i comfort it, calm it down til it's ready to go sleep and dream again. 

My eyes were shadowed by violence on Tv and in my old house too, so i turned my back at their presence, perceived myself and found the cure within.

No, i don't loathe my pain
i'm just its parent and its my sick little child
When it cries i comfort it, calm it down til it's ready to go sleep and dream again. 

My soul sometimes feels like a wild animal in a cage, so constricted and small 
But i stand up and sing and scream and cry and beat with my fist against my chest and perform my own right for freedom in despair! 
And i'm aware of the blackness from passing out because the void was becoming my neighbour not only for one time

No, i don't loathe my pain 
i'm just its parent and its my sick little child 
When it cries i comfort it, calm it down til it's ready to go sleep and dream again. 

And when my head is a worker dead-working itself, i bewitch it into a heavy stone i throw into the sea. It's sinking and sinking and once it hits the ground, it's clean. 
Oh, as it seems, the ground is sandy, and the grains of sand are paintings, poems, songs, books and little stories!