Joe Jung: Music
Killing the Pain
Old man lies wasting time Sleeping and drinking on pillows of wine Now he'll rise, kill the light A concrete barrier's no place to hide And your rearview's broken Your prize is this token of pine I guess killing the pain is just pulling the reins of time Old world may have broken you down And all those years you faced the wars And you made not a sound And after you tried killing yourself for awhile What you think of those sickles now A child cries, holds his breath Avoids the walls of barbed-wire death Hopes one day he'll be free To echo the wall with songs he sings And his heart will grow brighter as love quells the fires of your mind But I guess killing the pain Is just pulling the reins of time Old world may have broken you down And all those years you faced the wars And you made not a sound And after you tried losing yourself for awhile What you think of this living now? Old world may have broken you down And all those years you faced the wars and you made not a sound And after you tried losing yourself for awhile Hey, what you think Of doin' some living now?