The Mark Of Cain - Eastern Decline lyrics

I feel the pain I feel the pain I feel the pain I feel the pain It makes me feel real "real" Light the cigarette that defines you Buy the world that they sell you Play the games that amuse you Disregard the real world that disenfranchises you Play the games to amuse you DIsregard the real world Disregard everything Everything Everything I feel the pain It makes me feel real I feel the pain It makes me feel real I feel the pain It makes me feel real I feel the pain It makes me feel real The curse of divinity The things you cannot see All the things in me That should be, that should be The things that I can see Raskolnikov the apex of my soul Is what I'm thinking of Just what you think you're not Pain my truth My only witness To myself An affliction of cynicism Glints of our youth Paid back in kind Hostility remained Awkward and unnatural Dissolved of myself Silence, deep silence I am Raskolnikov We weren't destined to leave Without seeing everything to the end The curse of seduction Aimed at the skyline Struck