None

All existence is the misery of the life I've lived and
died.
No harmony for the bitter truth or the scarlet tears I've cried.
A night of tragic proportions and a day of silent pain.
Don't speak for fear the dream shall fade.
Rescue me from despair. The blood be poured and cleansed away.
New beginnings on the air.
Peace. Love. Chicken.
~ Pain XIX