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When the day is long
and the night belongs to fear,
when another girl is gone
and the news calls it “tragic” here, well hang on.
Don’t you dare say the words—
“cultural gain,” they sigh,
while the pain that nobody feels just multiplies.
’Cause the pain that nobody feels
is the price of being kind.
Pain that nobody feels
while the borders stay blind.
Don’t raise your voice, oh no.
Don’t raise your voice.
If you notice what they’re hiding,
no, no, no—you’re the problem, not the crime.
If you’re on your own
in this sanitized land,
the candles burn, the flowers pile,
and the politicians smile.
When you think you’ve had too much
of the “youths” and their knives, well hang on.
’Cause the pain that nobody feels
is the vote that keeps them safe.
Pain that nobody feels
while another coffin’s made.
Pain that nobody feels
as the headlines gently fade.
The pain that nobody feels… every single day.
Everybody hurts… but some hurts don’t count.
Everybody bleeds… but some blood’s inconvenient.
Everybody lies… and the biggest lie is “diversity’s our strength.”
’Cause the pain that nobody feels
will never make the front page.
Pain that nobody feels
is the new European stage.
Don’t speak the truth, oh no.
Don’t speak the truth.
If you see what’s really happening,
no, no, no—you’re the one they’ll blame.
The pain that nobody feels…
keeps marching on the same.
