Heaviness
Deep inside my chest
Sinking me like a ten pound stone
Emptiness
I never could suppress
Surrounded I still feel alone
A sweet kind of suffering
Take the minutes of the meetings in my manic head
Of people and places that don't exist
What would it take to fill my mind with the bliss I cannot find
So many whispers I'd never miss
A sweet kind of suffering
I'm looking up and I'm reaching for the surface
Just trying to get a bit of air
What might look close could be many miles away
I could teach myself to never care
One of these days when I see the glass reflector
I'll look past the face of my despair
A sweet kind of suffering
The New Regime - Sweet Kind Of Suffering Lyrics
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Heaviness
Deep inside my chest
Sinking me like a ten pound stone
Emptiness
I never could suppress
Surrounded I still feel alone
A sweet kind of suffering
Take the minutes of the meetings in my manic head
Of people and places that don't exist
What would it take to fill my mind with the bliss I cannot find
So many whispers I'd never miss
A sweet kind of suffering
I'm looking up and I'm reaching for the surface
Just trying to get a bit of air
What might look close could be many miles away
I could teach myself to never care
One of these days when I see the glass reflector
I'll look past the face of my despair
A sweet kind of suffering
Deep inside my chest
Sinking me like a ten pound stone
Emptiness
I never could suppress
Surrounded I still feel alone
A sweet kind of suffering
Take the minutes of the meetings in my manic head
Of people and places that don't exist
What would it take to fill my mind with the bliss I cannot find
So many whispers I'd never miss
A sweet kind of suffering
I'm looking up and I'm reaching for the surface
Just trying to get a bit of air
What might look close could be many miles away
I could teach myself to never care
One of these days when I see the glass reflector
I'll look past the face of my despair
A sweet kind of suffering
Writer: Ilan Rubin
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group