Pains
IslanderOut there in cold
Making it blind, feeling your own skin draw answers
Getting cold
And damn these wishes to be alive, but the man alive
Seeks death
You're ignoring the wounds of your friends
Or rotting in the kisses of your enemy
I see corpses upon corpses
These streets are paved with bodies
I see corpses upon corpses
These streets are paved
These streets are paved, blood!
And now you call sex love, electricity is your drug
Align these limbs, but one day soon will be frail
Yeah, you call sex love, electricity is your drug
I see corpses upon corpses
These streets are paved with bodies
I see corpses upon corpses
These streets are paved
These streets are paved with gold!
Paved with gold!
Left, left
You love your enemies, too good to them
Meant to do without expecting to get anything back
And this will be summed up the most high
Because it's signed to the wicked men
Hurts, love hurts, love
Will tear you apart
Will tear you apart
Love will tear you apart
I see corpses upon corpses
These streets are paved with bodies
I see corpses upon corpses
These streets are paved
These streets are paved with gold!
Paved with gold!