Pain Of Existence — Disharmonic Orchestra

Hidden people seem to see The way I cook the brain of thee

Sepai print of hunting dogs Pointing out the unseen clocks

There I find myself in sorrow Nothing's left for my tomorrow

Distorting rage of nameless people A dark blue line of licking nipples

Hard to get from the unknown Eyes work hard with tears that drown I take control when I will peer I see the pain of northern fear