Hurts

Is this the fulfilling of apocalyptical prophecies

Love will never be the same again?

Millions of people carrying the death in their veins

Millions of people fearing the pain

But this is not, this is not

This is not the end of love

But now it hurts...

A small dirty needle, a shot in the park

Panic in daylight, relapse in the dark

A child on the playground who plays all alone

Health protection on the phone

Happened it the night before

Mass hysteria on the floor

Happened it the night before

Go to bed and close the door

But this is not, this is not

This is not the end of love

But now it hurts...

No more mass hysteria..

But this is not, this is not

This is not the end of love

But now it hurts...