The Hurting

So cross my palm with silver
Cross my heart with gold
I'll tell you all a story
Of a heart so deep and cold
Of a time of greed and sorrow
The race is never run
You think that it's all over
But the hurting - the hurting's just begun
The hurting
The hurting

To some he was a hero
His father's eldest son
To some he was a criminal
For evil he had done
No need to fear the reaper
Only the good die young
You think that it's all over
But the hurting must go on
The hutting's just begun
The hurting
The hurting

So harken well for fear of life
The song is almost sung
Prophecies and omens mark
The time and place I'll come
Clouds on the horizon
A black spot on the sun
Don't think it's all over
The hurting
The hurting's just begun
The hurting
The hurting

So I cross my palm with silver
And I tell myself these lies
To cast a giants shadow
You must live without disguise
You can't erase the memory
All was now undone
Just when you thought you had it made
The torture must go on
The hurting has begun
The hurting
The hurting