How Do You Measure Pain?

There's a windswept warehouse neighbourhood called nothing, for good reason, not a place that people live in, but an industrial domain. 
Now they're building flats by the hospital, you can rent and buy this season, 
in a wasteland with no heart and soul - it's a dystopian dusty plane.

There's a huge inhuman superstore that's open 24, next door to the hospital, where I found myself again… back in A&E with me and me, there are endless corridors and it hurts so much you can't even touch - so how do you measure pain?

That's why I say I hurt so bad... I cannot even think, 
my head has turned to Hades and I really need a drink. 
How do you measure pain? Do you just believe what someone tells you? 
Why does it still remain, like someone someone obsessed who can just smell you?

The cold wind blows, the car park glows with fall-out acid rain, 
I might even lose my home-sweet-home, so how do you measure pain? 
There's no friend here, I'm all alone, I'm focused on my brain. 
It tells me hurt is visceral, so how do you measure pain?

That's why they say I hurt so bad I cannot even think, 
my head has turned to Hades and I really need a drink. 
So how do you measure pain? Do you just believe what someone tells you? 
Why does it still remain, like someone someone obsessed who can just smell you?

How? How? How can you measure pain?

Words and music by Thom Topham © Copyright Control 2011. All Rights Reserved.