Songs Of Pain

You have never known the sickening feeling
Of hell running up and down your spine,
Jolts, not of joy, but instead, pain,
Pure as could be. Oh yeah.
You have never wondered what it would be like
To levitate from the confines of your bed,
Like in The Exorcist, but instead, the real thing.
Was I possessed?
Fear gripped me, yessiree,
It gripped me by the balls,
And relegated me to a corner,
Crippled within the shadows of my mind.

Then, there were the songs of pain
I serenaded to my onlookers,
Whose curiosity was, to say the least, perverse.
But these weren't operatic songs
Nor songs of rock 'n roll.
They were tunes cursing Lord Thy God
For unleashing His wrath upon me,
And all I got in return was an eternity more of hell.

Some called this a religious experience.
Some said it was a fork in the road.
I don't know, but there's been so many things told.
One thing's certain, that's for sure,
And that's that I think I have suffered enough,
But God, He just happens to disagree.
Other people suffer all because He waves His wand,
But have no fear, the freaks will simply point to Job.