When my head aches And the only thing I can think about is dying Pondering doesn't make any sense How I wish you to know the implicit messages in your apparently harmless actions Or maybe you actually know how damaging your behavior is And you just let someone else pay the price for your delight This must be some kind of sadistic game Everything is easier when you are in a privileged position You can safely expose your prejudices Since no one ever confronts you, I know you won't stop I'm pretty sure I'm not taking it so seriously I just can't stand you discouraging me Even words can hurt and kill And suffering is often invisible Especially when you are not willing to see it How funny is disenchantment?