Ode To Physical Pain Lyrics - Heathen - Thou

Oh, constant, unending Pain, my surest, truest friend. 

Agony, blessed Agony, your ever-present ache identifies 

unyielding vitality. That sharply labored breath is 

respiration (fully) experienced. Those overwhelming 

burdens grant me immune to senseless distraction, 

grounding me in the present. Oh, merciless teacher. 

Spread your harshest wounds across the soil of my 

figure. Find root in my skin and nerves and veins. Killing 

fields to blanket and smother withering pleasure that 

waxes and wanes. Thine are the lidless eyes of night that 

stare upon my tears. Thine is the thickness of the dark 

that presses in my anguish. Rejoice in the miseries of life 

unkind. Here, and only here, are the senses stretched 

and contracted, hone them to their prime strength, to 

primal vigor. Seek comfort in endurance. Be consumed by 

struggle. Lasting wisdom only exists in the abandoned 

fields, in the dusty swamp, on the burnt out plains, on the 

desolate hillside.