My pain is self-chosennAt least, so The Prophet saysnI could either burnnOr cut off my pride and buy some timenA head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waistnnThe River of Deceit pulls down, oh ohnThe only direction we flow is downnDown, oh downnDown, oh downnDown, oh downnDown, oh downnnMy pain is self-chosennAt least I believe it to benI could either drownnOr pull off my skin and swim to shorenNow I can grow a beautiful shell for all to seennThe River of Deceit pulls down, yeahnThe only direction we flow is downnDown, oh downnDown, oh downnDown, oh downnDown, oh downnnThe pain is self-chosen, yeahnOur pain is self-chosen n