London After Midnight - The Pain looks good on you

What will you do ?
What will it prove ?
When your indifference comes back to you
What can i say to make you understand ?
All of your misery comes from your own hands

Why ban the bomb ?
Why turn the other cheek ?
Why care at all ?

When the pain looks good on you
Can't you see past your own vanity ?
Or does self worship rule your land of apathy ?

Why ban the bomb ?
Why turn the other cheek ?
Why care at all ?

When the pain looks good on you
You push me i push back no reason to think
You push me i push back you lose if you blink
You push me i push back no reason to think
You push me i push back you lose if you blink

Why ban the bomb ?
Why turn the other cheek ?
Why care at all ?

When the pain looks good on you
You must want to suffer
You must love to hate yourself
So why seek solutions when the pain looks good on you