if suffering were bliss things would be just fine to maybe prick you with pins to help you bleed red wine were you amazed by what you feel? and you were spinnin' stark white chamomile nothin' would please me more than to see your body wash up on shore with your slish slash face and your cesspool eyes my watch was slow it was no surprise there's strength in weakness and courage in fear deafening noise in the silence if you'd only hear no truth in words and no love in sin nothing to see inside the hole your looking in nothing would please me more than to see you're body wash up on shore with your slish slash face and your cesspool eyes my watch was slow it was no surprise