Empty faces inside me Negativity under me Reaching out for purity Twisted wounds, clumsy tears
To black for heaven To white for hell Is there a balance? I never could fucking tell A blast from a beauty, alive Blast from a beauty, divine
Very bright and gifted head Smash it, smash it, now it's dead
Search for a meaning Or go and you run and hide All for movement you slip and you slide Watch in the past Hack in the past Suffer the past (suffer in to me)
Very bright and gifted head Smash it, smash it, now it's dead
What is it I am? What is it I want?
(There is a beauty in suffering) (There is a beauty in suffering) (There is a beauty in suffering)