No pain, the gain, it had its way with you
Forgoing any reason why you shouldn't
Why you wouldn't need to
To find a shelter from the Bomb of Time
You need your youth to validate your rhyme
No pain, the gain, it had its way with you
Forgoing any reason why you shouldn't
Why you wouldn't need to
It's a shelter from the time bomb in your head
It hides the silent scream of reason gnawing through instead
You kill to keep the colour of your hair
Your heart is bleached so pale ain't nothin' there
We get what we deserve when we go home
You'll still be ash though you're encased in chrome
