I'm bound with bizarre device I don't know what's behind these eyes Are they enemies or allies? Am I dead or am I high? And I don't know what's beyond the show Mournful joy or pleasant woe? Although I moan, chains are so cold Not a typical love in those hollow eyes Where I flow
Pain More pain
Bound with bizarre device I don't know what's behind these eyes Are they enemies or allies? Am I dead or am I high? And I don't know what's beyond the show Mournful joy or pleasant woe? So fucking cold, oh so fucking cold Under the ice Where I flow