Songtext von Pain Dealer

The only feeling-Hate Pain-the only sense The only word-Sorrow Black-the only color Gloom and Bate, obfuscation All this I give you now I'm your Pain Dealer Only madness in your head Don't you want to check sharpness of Your razor blade Your hands are covered with scars And cigarettes burns Sometimes you feel That you want to make this world better And get rid it of from yourself I know some secrets They will make you feel fine But I won't tell you them Because I'm your Pain Dealer Your soul is sick Your body's weak I'm not your killer I'm your Pain Dealer My voice in your head It makes you suffer No I'm not your killer I'm your pain dealer