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Fun Factory Pain

pain Can you feel the pain The pain of my heart Can you can you feel it Tell me can you feel it Can you can you feel it The pain of my heart Pain pain

Duty, science, abstract cruelty What are your final thoughts? Do you want to kill me or die in shame? From my point of view Justified action, the enemy burns The fun

' in a factory Well, the work was hard It was hot as Hell My fingers bleed and my blisters swelled Long, long hours back racked with pain Just me and

, science, abstract cruelty [Chorus:] What are your final thoughts? Do you want to kill me or die in shame? From my point of view Justified action, the enemy burns The fun

got tubes in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!), at some point early when drunk on electric kisses, i'd apparently notarized forms excusing scalp slippage (sign this), the pain