Visions of Pain

Lyrics

A prick, a prod, it′s the end of the line The wrong kind of dream that water still isn't wine Gone Golgothic, my friend, it is bent, it is torn More than clear that you′re here to suck it up from the floor The rabble they grope, in gladness they crush My every ideal but I'm no longer touched I'm whiter than milk, a plant, a seed A growth agape, the reason you plead A stiff, a crutch, it′s the end of a prime The end of a stump, it′s a waste of your time It's anaemic to taste, it is stale, it is done It is blight, it is clear that you′re here to be shunned They cattle, they stoop, in madness they rush I froth at the mouth but I'm no longer touched I′m whiter than milk, a prat, a weed A bum, a flash, the source of all need It's your dead town spice, it′s the size of your mum It's a break in the keel, it's awake, it is numb Still my brother insists that we stay on the march Through his vision of pain to the end of my heart (Visions of pain) To the end of my heart (Visions of pain) (Visions of pain) To the end of my heart (Visions of pain) The lid, the sty, the press and the prang The softness of sin, the back of a hand A temple of kicks at the mouth of a night A corona of lust that is gone with the light A loin, a crack, a knack, a sham It′s a year, it′s a day, it is under a gram The tip of a tongue all lathered in spite And a mind that won't stop, it′s the flood, it's the flood Beneath, beyond, before, be-twixt A claim, an heir your future won′t fix Still my brother insists that we stay on the march Through this vision of pain to the end of my heart (Visions of pain) To the end of my heart (Visions of pain) (Visions of pain) To the end of my heart (Visions of pain) I got a sore throat in my gut And a headache in my loins