Pleasure (My Own Pain) Lyrics

Hello it's eight in the morning
I wonder what's left for today
This weight is killing me
Where is the end?
It's present on my shoulders
I feel I'm getting older
I offer you my time

No one knows what does it means
It means only sacrifice... I'm so tired

I hear some voices from everywhere
They're rounding here
Talks without sense full of nothing, a shame

I play god for you sinner
The victim for your crime
The drug to make you feel good
The own pain being pleasure

This weight is killing me, what's left to me
Take my wrong words
Be the half that I'm looking for

I play god for you sinner
The victim for your crime
The drug to make you feel good
The own pain, my own pain