The pain never stops The race ignore me I sit here twisted, and it hurts me. The Son is near His way made for him Among the hopes Ten thousand suffering Oh how my heart aches The brilliant stories cascade about me To be handsome again Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart. The affection of stillness Kiss the hand that blesses me And as the panting ceased My blood runs now fierce This when I was young, before I knew nothing Now I'm the hunted, for the guilt that stains my hands.