Weak and feeble,   gaunt and drawn   Pins and needles,   crown of thorns      Bring me not your cup of pain   bring no more your dirty stain      In my sleep you come you creep   In my veins the pain runs deep      And I creep I crawl,   I seethe and I crave   I wither, I waste,   alone I rage      Bring me not your cup of pain   bring no more your dirty stain      In my sleep you come you creep   In my veins the pain runs deep      And I wither      Bring me not your cup of pain   bring no more your dirty stain      In my sleep you come you creep   In my hands the pain runs deep