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.