A life without pain would seem a shame
for the master would lose her pupil
and all the evils of the world quadruple
In love, in life, and especially death
pain hides behind every breath
a whispered warning that comes too late
it springs upon us through any open gate
Yet stroll awhile in her shade
and everything comes to light
Her touch, when mastered
Tell me, where has all your rage gone?
Theirs plays out like cheap Internet porn
24/7, for all the world to see.
Yet, we are not so different, them from we.
And that shelf-life on their propaganda - well,
it's worn itself thin.
So, tell me... where's all your rage been?
I laugh now because I know.
I laugh now because weren't we instructed to never let it show?
Yet driven deep into hiding, it festered within.
Such a sad and pathetic and unnurtured thing...
not at all the champion ring
of a father's dreams.
But funny things these dark, dank-little holes...
a spark is all it takes before
the whole thing blows.