A Painful Cry

The world is a cheap bottle of wine

being emptied all the time into

the stomachs of sinners

wasting their lives.

The world is a hollow glass corpse,

a whore—

she always dissatisfies;

She lies, she lies—

To live for her is painstaking suicide.

Tell me that this is not your life.

I dare you— tell me that this is not your life.

The world is decaying, and everybody knows.

They try to save that which was never very good.

It’s ‘cause they’ve made her their home,

and they’re sitting on her throne

and they know they’re going down together

into the pits of death forever.                    (Wake up and hear)

INTO THE PITS OF DEATH FOREVER—

She is a cheap bottle of wine

being emptied all the time into

the stomachs of sinners

wasting their lives.

She is a hollow glass corpse,

A whore—

She always dissatisfies;

She lies, she lies—

To live for her is painstaking suicide—

Turn away from her while there is still time.

Come drink from the only one who satisfies.

Oh come quickly you’re running out of time.

Oh come quickly, oh come be filled with life.

Oh come quickly you’re running out of time.

Oh come quickly, oh come be filled with life.