Weak and feeble,
gaunt and drawn
Pins and needles,
crown of thorns Bring me not your cup of pain
bring no more your dirty stain In my sleep you come you creep
In my veins the pain runs deep And I creep I crawl,
I seethe and I crave
I wither, I waste,
alone I rage Bring me not your cup of pain
bring no more your dirty stain In my sleep you come you creep
In my veins the pain runs deep And I wither Bring me not your cup of pain
bring no more your dirty stain In my sleep you come you creep
In my hands the pain runs deep