close your eyes, so tightly

imagine you, were elsewhere

don't despise, this game will end

soon enough, just like last time

when it's over, and you say you've

had enough, of disillusion

the game, will soon be

reality, no longer make believe

you are the pained
and i am your coddle

you swallow your pride

and i am inside the bottle

tonight, for tonight

you'll flush your sorrows

tonight, just tonight

you're giving into me

open up, let me come inside

this may hurt, to exist inside

with my talons, tearing through

silver knives, slicing slowly down,

by the time, you think that you've

had enough, you'll be lost within the weave

you are the pained

and i am your coddle

you swallow your pride

and i am inside the bottle

tonight, for tonight

you'll drink me down

tonight, just tonight

you're giving into me

let me go, you scream

lashing out at me

¿qués problemas, marrionette?

can't you break those strings?

and are you tied down to this

are you made to hold this

cause i don't control you, but i

know what makes you bend.

you are the pained

and i am your coddle

you swallow your pride

and i am inside bottle

tonight, for tonight

you've drowned in your sleep

tonight, just tonight

you've given into me