The Problem of Pain Songtext
von William Fitzsimmons

Dialogue on weather, breeding in the pound
Fateful first-time meeting, life is in the ground

Icarus they caught you where you tumbled on
Encourage you to dive now the sun is gone

I just don′t know
I just don't know


Aah...

Moon is torn asunder over faulty two
Guillotines in shackles, heads roll for a few

I just don′t know
I just don't know
I just don't know

Aah...