<Intro>
Pain
Like a callous on my soul
Was there a beginning?
There certainly will not be an end.
The before time.
Smiling on a beach
down under.
One small crash put it asunder.
Pain.
Who will care?
Too young. Too smart. Too much.
She screams into the void.
It coils its fingers around
her spine.
<chorus>Too Bright. Too loud. Too much. When will this Pheonix fly?
Stretch, 1,2,3. do it again.
Rise up! Be strong!
Shut up! <chorus>
Ashes around.
It burns. It stings.
Pain.
Crouching in terror.
A masking smile.
Rise up. Be dim.
<chorus>Too Bright. Too loud. Too much. When will this Pheonix fly?
Stretch, 1,2,3. do it again.
Rise up! Be strong!
Shut up! <chorus>
.
Dance is a balm on a weary soul.
12. Too young. Too smart. Too much!
She hears a voice.
God, is that you?
She screams into the void.
Rise up. Mask. Be strong.
Shut up!
The world. Too Bright. Too much!
Pain.
<chorus>Too Bright. Too loud. Too much. When will this Pheonix fly?
Stretch, 1,2,3. do it again.
Rise up! Be strong!
Shut up! <chorus>
19. Warm Heart. Soft Hands upon her back.
Love. Rejection.
Pain coils tighter.
Tendrils around the heart and mind.
Who am I?
Lost. Rise again. A little less.
Spirit Found. Calm again.
Pain. It tears
the spine, the loins, the head, the heart, the soul...
ebbing, flowing,
Spoons lost.
<chorus>Too Bright. Too loud. Too much. When will this Pheonix fly?
Stretch, 1,2,3. do it again.
Rise up! Be strong!
Shut up! <chorus>.
Fire. It burns. Destroys. Rises
once more.
But, the constant companion.
Pain.
It will not burn away.
Changes. Mutates. Metastasizes.
34 Years. Almost a friend.
No real memory of life without it.
Let it go! Screams the world.
I scream into the void.
The void rises up.
Claims lung. Claims breast.
Let it go? Certainly would if I could.
The world is just...
Too Bright. Too loud. Too much. When will this Pheonix fly?
<Outro>
Too Bright. Too loud. Too much. When will this Pheonix fly?
<Outro>
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