Pain Dealer - Psychonaut 4

The only feeling-Hate

Pain-the only sense

The only word-Sorrow

Black-the only color

Gloom and Bate, obfuscation

All this i give you now

I’m your Pain Dealer

Only madness in your head

Don’t you want to check sharpness of

Your razor blade

Your hands are covered with scars

And cigarettes burns

Sometimes you feel

That you want to make this world better

And get rid it of from yourself

I know some secrets

They will make you feel fine

But i won’t tell you them

Because i’m your Pain Dealer

Your soul is sick

Your body’s weak

I’m not your killer

I’m your Pain Dealer

My voice in your head

It makes you suffer

No I’m not your killer

I’m your pain dealer