Pain

<br>portraits; all over this wall<br>murdered morals taking my fall<br>velvet footsteps caressing the floor<br>listen carefully; I want to be shure<br><br>the pig is laughing; moments of doubt<br>addicted to hatred; forcing the pain<br><br>all these portraits remind me of the<br>water is burning; forcing away<br><br>slip into<br>the sin of living<br>has been forgiven<br>I ask for war<br>(but) i`m getting more<br>I don`t understand<br><br>I suck the barrel<br>I lick the bullet<br>it removes my mind<br>to a faraway place<br>where there`s still space<br>for my kind<br><br>the pig is laughing; moments of doubt<br>addicted to hatred; forcing the pain