Use the same old pain Wait for the day to end Use the same old pain Five hours to go – ten riffs to send Use the same old pain The end of creation, creating the end
A slot in a rut a hole in the head A black nemesis dark light a focal despair Gravitate ‘round the point of eternal blackness Like an eclipsed bright a coronal head Use the same old pain
Creating an entity washed up and disbelieved Believe in one’s own self and falsely you’ll be healed Point blank towards a blank point Using the same old pain Again and again
Surrounded by meaning, meaningless infinity Trapped within a point, too blind to see Choose to look around, feel the way over the ground Hunt for pitfalls beneath the surface Sink your feet into their cold embrace Use the same old pain
The Morning Star burns bright in the night sky Keep your head up, details pass you by Lose interest in the life you live in Higher than thought, than existence you seem Stumble and fall, through the clouds the star gleams Oh, so close it seems