Only madness in your head
Don't you want to check sharpness
Of your razor blade
Your hands are covered with scars
And cigarettes burns
Sometimes you feel
That you want to make this world better
And get rid it of from yourself
I know some secrets
They will make you feel fine
But i won't tell you them
Because i'm your Pain Dealer
Your soul is sick
Your body's weak
I'm not your killer
I'm your Pain Dealer
My voice in your head
It makes you suffer
No I'm not your killer
I'm your pain dealer