Pointless pain runs through your guts Tight them hard, coming to your head And beat all of other thoughts The projector shows the movie You are nailed down to the seat You can't close your eyes Watching with flowing tears Tear the film to pieces but As soon as they fall to the ground They bond again and the movie Keeps going on Without change only little brighter After one hundred times Maybe you'll feel nothing But no! Cinema is open again You are roaming, carping, crying, and swearing Get it out of yourself For three times, four times, one hundred times Optimistic smile in the mirror Something creeping to your head
