This sword is an extension of my arm, my arm
My purpose of existence is to harm
To hurt and wound, and scar, and scar, and scar
The existential war, it calls
The evil isolation of the star shall dress and look the part
Professionally dark, dark, dark

Dolor, dolor, dolor
He hates himself, it's he who he despise
To suffer is to be alive
Dolor, dolor, dolor
What currency is a minute of your time?
The color of your evil eyes

Minus my mind, I'm
Endlessly wise, time after time
Kindness is drawn-out
Violence is nigh, I-I, high-igh
The weary one arrives to where he dies
In stone, his name materialized
Sedated by the science, he complies
Seduced under many evil skies
To love you is to love you is to love you is to love you
Is to love you is to love you is to love you is a suicide
Come be with me forever in the night
The weight is heavy, testify
Commit with an intention and a sign
Or kneel at its infectious might

I still love you, I still love you, I still love you, I still love you, I still–
Dolor, dolor, dolor
(Is this what all the heartache is for?)
Dolor, dolor, dolor (more and more)

Purifying, suffering (suffering is purifying)
Pain is a privilege, what would we be without it?
Purifying, suffering, what would we do without it?
Pain is a privilege (suffering is purifying)
Terrifying, suffering, purifying
Suffer with me (suffering), stay with me (with me)
Purifying, suffering (suffering is purifying)
In you
Pain is a privilege (suffering)