Pain - Live at the Olympia Paris

I'm hidden in the scream
 When the virgin dies
 And I'm the ache in the belly
 When the baby cries
 And I'm the burnin' sensation
 When the convict fries
 I'm pain
 Don't you love me, pain
 'Cause I'm your pain
 And I love me, pain
 I'm the compound fracture
 In the twisted car
 And I'm the lines in the face
 And the tramp at the bar
 And I'm the reds by the bed
 Of the suicide star
 You know me!
 I'm pain
 Don't you love me, pain
 Yes I'm your pain
 And I love your pain
 It's a compliment to me
 To hear you screamin' through the night
 All night!
 Tonight!
 I'm the holes in your arm
 When you're feeling the shakes
 And I'm the lump on your head
 When you step on the rake
 And I'm the loudest one laughing
 At the saddest wake
 Who am I?
 I'm pain
 Don't you love your pain
 'Cause I'm your pain
 And I love my pain
 I'm the salt in the sweat
 On the cuts of the slaves
 I was the wound in the side
 While Jesus prayed
 I was the filthiest word
 At the vandalized grave
 Who am I!
 I'm pain
 Don't you love me, pain
 'Cause I love your pain
 And I want your pain
 It's a compliment to me
 To hear you screamin' through the night
 All night!
 Tonight!