Gather Me Up Forever - My Dying Bride

The pain never stops

The race ignore me

I sit here twisted, and it hurts me.

The Son is near

His way made for him

Among the hopes

Ten thousand suffering

Oh how my heart aches

The brilliant stories cascade about me

To be handsome again

Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain

What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart.