I only feel alive when I’m in pain

Talking to people who are half insane

In love with women who love to complain

Living under evil political reign,

And every time I see a beautiful face

I must be in the wrong time and space

Nothing but tainted leather and lace

Every time it seems I lost the race,

I only feel alive when I‘m in pain

When I’m surrounded by the human stain

When all my efforts are in vain

When I have to stop and explain,

Every lover carries a ball and chain

So much easier to feel the strain

Seems we always lose more than we gain

I live life under restraint,

I’m living in a foreign land

With compliant citizens with brains of sand

Where freedom of thought is banned

And destruction is ultimately planned,

I only feel alive when I’m in pain

But allow me to refrain

Though I rarely abstain

But what good does it do to complain?