Lyrics The Pain Looks Good On You - London After Midnight

What will you do? What will it prove?
When your indifference comes back to you
What can I say to make you understand?
All of your misery comes from your own hands

Why ban the bomb?
Why turn the other cheek?
Why care at all when the pain looks good on you?

Can't you see past your own vanity?
Or does self worship rule your land of apathy?

Why ban the bomb?
Why turn the other cheek?
Why care at all when the pain looks good on you?

You push me - I push back - no reason to think
You push me - I push back - you lose if you blink

Why ban the bomb?
Why turn the other cheek?
Why care at all when the pain looks good on you?
You must want to suffer
You must love to hate yourself
So why seek solutions when the pain looks good on you?