Sorry, Mr. Pain-Depressive Age

Push me through my mirror into lonely winternights I seek the hiding of my life out in the deepest woods, out on the coldest hills in a daze Sorry, Mr. Pain. I go made without warning Have no remorse to say goodbye to me! Sorry, Mr. Pain, pieces of glass pierced in my skin Snow will decorate it and freeze the veins Don't wait any longer, follow me Enter your mirror with a torch My traces are fresh yet, the blood runs to my shore See you Sorry, Mr. Pain, we go nude without warning Have no remorse to say Goodbye to us! Sorry, Mr. Pain, pieces of glass pierced in our skin Snow will decorate it and freeze the blood Sorry, Mr. Pain, Sorry Mr. Pain We go nude without warning, oh sorry Mr. Pain Sorry Mr. Pain, we dive deep down in icelakes and we meet a few old friends with longing gazes Sorry, Mr. Pain, pieces of glass piered in our skin Moonlight makes us glittering in the lakes Something's wrong without pain I am fired of this stunned state So I will go my way until I change again