- Unbearable, isn't it?
The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends
There is a secret song at the centre of the world, Joey
And its sound is like razors through flesh
- I don't believe you
- Oh, come
Oh, you can hear its faint echo right now
I'm here to turn up the volume
To press the stinking face of humanity
Into the dark blood of its own secret heart
I'm
- Unbearable, isn't it?
The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends
There is a secret song at the centre of the world, Joey
And its sound is like razors through flesh
- I don't believe you
- Oh, come
Oh, you can hear its faint echo right now
I'm here to turn up the volume
To press the stinking face of humanity
Into the dark blood of its own secret heart