hexed

Tired as a whore where strangers ransom pleasure
So used up, too worn out, exhausted by constant torture
Jaded is what you are, too weary to keep on
Satisfaction is theirs to savor, agony is yours alone

You are born to suffer and nothing you can do
The cup of wine is yours to drink, and heavy cross to carry
So tread the path to Calvary, so Jews can laugh at you
And why seek out your Simon, he’s bound to spike your palm

The god of strife anoint you, you are the chosen one
Blessed to live through anguish, ‘til sorrows seems mundane
This gift you never ask for, this gift as good as hex
Deprived of any pleasure, nirvana’s far to gain

So what’s good in going on, too numb to feel the pain?
Or pain you come to conquer, or pleasure you sought in pain?
Your pimp you come to like, your cross your burden pleasure
I thought at first you’d hold off, you know right then I’m wrong