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I'm hidden in the scream
When the virgin dies
I'm the ache in the belly
When your baby cries
And I'm the burnin' sensation
When the convict fries

I'm pain
I'm your pain
Unspeakable pain
I'm your private pain

And I'm the compound fracture
In the twisted car
And I'm the lines on the face
Of the tramp at the bar
And I'm the reds by the bed
Of the suicide star

You know me- I'm pain
I'm your pain
Your own private pain
Unfathomable pain

And it's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight

I'm the holes in your arm
When you're feeling the shakes
I'm the lump on your head
When you step on the rake

And I'm the loudest one laughing
At the saddest wake

Yes I'm pain
I'm just pain
Dear old pain
You need your pain

And I'm the loudest one laughing
At the saddest wake

I'm the salt in the sweat
On the cuts of the slaves
I was the wound in the side
While Jesus prayed
I was the filthiest word
At the vandalized grave

Yes, pain
Do you love me pain
I love my pain
I'm your pain

It's a compliment to me
To hear you screamin' through the night
All night
Tonight
I'm hidden in the scream   When the virgin dies   I'm the ache in the belly   When your baby cries   And I'm the burnin' sensation   When the convict fries      I'm pain   I'm your pain   Unspeakable pain   I'm your private pain      And I'm the compound fracture   In the twisted car   And I'm the lines on the face   Of the tramp at the bar   And I'm the reds by the bed   Of the suicide star      You know me- I'm pain   I'm your pain   Your own private pain   Unfathomable pain      And it's a compliment to me   To hear you screamin' through the night   All night   Tonight      I'm the holes in your arm   When you're feeling the shakes   I'm the lump on your head   When you step on the rake      And I'm the loudest one laughing   At the saddest wake      Yes I'm pain   I'm just pain   Dear old pain   You need your pain      And I'm the loudest one laughing   At the saddest wake      I'm the salt in the sweat   On the cuts of the slaves   I was the wound in the side   While Jesus prayed   I was the filthiest word   At the vandalized grave      Yes, pain   Do you love me pain   I love my pain   I'm your pain      It's a compliment to me   To hear you screamin' through the night   All night   Tonight
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