The Instrument of Pain

A nightmare often masquerades as love out of a dream
Monsters aren't cut out for raising ladies' self-esteem
Battle scars and war stories galore
A frozen handful, maybe
Show-and-tell your brand-new map of Hell
And do remind us daily
That

Love is not the enemy of life
No‚ love can give more freedom
Than it takes‚ if you like

In the bed or on the phone
At your front door
When you're alone
Be haunted nightly
Do you miss who came before
And is the wound still somewhat sore
Do you feel it slightly

Well
Love is not the enemy of life
No‚ love can give more freedom
Than it takes, if you like

Singles bar and feathers and toil
Last time, she swears
It grins and bears
At [unknown]
It's a temporary cure
He'll do‚ I'm sure
But what?
Endure
It's hardly alarming

(Love is not the enemy of life)
(No, love can give more freedom than it)
Takes if you like

Love is not the enemy of life
No, love can give more freedom
Than it takes‚ if you like

Take, if you'd like it to
Take, if you'd like
Take, if you'd like it to

Love is not the instrument of pain
It's your own mind
Love is not the instrument of pain
It's your own mind

The instrument of pain is your own mind