Pain Served Slow - Apostate

i want this pain to be served cold

prefer that agony does not burn but flow

love this pain served smooth and slow

prefer that agony does not rush but crawl

no run, no rush, no crush, no more rise and fall

just flow, be smooth, be slow, calm, just crawl

trouble is a first chord of fever

which is a prelude to agony

let the pain in

torment i am not comfortable with you now anymore

agony please don’t fall into fevers

agony please don’t burst into fevers

memory please don’t fall into pieces

you’re the only soil my feet could walk on

let the pain in

your time of terror is still ahead of you