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)