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

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