Things are always
So uncertain
In this fragile life

I fill up my world
With drama
This I
Realise

All around me chaos
Mounting
Builds till I can't fight

As I'm searching for
Contentment
I can never find

Why can't I be
Happy without
Pain?

Why does my
Art need this
Slaughtering?

Why can't I be
Happy without
Pain?

Why does my
Art need this
Slaughtering?

Things I always
Find to hurt me
Twist and multiply

Find more comfort
In this pressure
This I
Realise

All around me chaos
Mounting
Builds till I can't fight

As I'm searching for
Contentment
I hate when I find.

Why can't I be
Happy without
Pain?

Why does my
Art need this
Slaughtering?

Why can't I be
Happy without
Pain?

Why does my
Art need this
Slaughtering?

It's linked to
The slaughter
Can't break from
The slaughter
It's linked to
The slaughter
Of me.