I need to feel a little pain,
Just to know that I'm alive.
And I have nothing to gain,
And I need some pain and strife.

My guitar was made from a tree,
Out of my [bad word] [bad word] poetry.
I was born for black and white,
I was born on the darkest night.

The sun is fading every day,
The moon will never be the same,
I have nothing to do but pray,
I need to feel a little pain.

My guitar was made from a tree,
Out of my [bad word] [bad word] poetry.
I was born for black and white,
I was born on the darkest night.

I need to feel a little pain,
Just to know that I'm alive.
I really need to break this chain,
So I know that I'll survive.

My guitar was made from a tree,
Out of my [bad word] [bad word] poetry.
I was born for black and white,
I was born on the darkest night.