Time gripping tight...
This is the time we make noises
Playing the game of mixing
And we are contrived to play this...

It is a painful thing to be alone
But more painful still to be polite
More painful still to have to be
So..so..polite

Is pain so bad when one believes in nothing?

To have ideas
To have a philosophy
By ones experience
Ones life..

Yet it still gets destroyed, mutilated
It is so easy to destroy..
Amputate your destiny

You probably think I'm trying to justify events to feel less pain..
Painkiller...