Esto No Es Londres - What Remains Lyrics

The bad part about pain is that it hurts.
What's terrible is that war doesn't hurt.
It tears you apart, blows you up, amputates,
But it doesn't hurt.
But it doesn't hurt.
Pain, some say,
Starts as a stimulus in an injured part of your body,
And rapidly reaches the brain,
Which translates that stimulus into something,
That you recognize as pain.
As pain.
As pain.
As pain.
War!
I insisted upon
Letting the war go by and look away,
But war, war wouldn't let me go.
It was no choice, no call, it was more like a need,
More like a quest, a quest,
A quest for relief.
A way to make pain cease,
Perhaps is that my brain,
My brain cannot translate nor feel beyond the pain,
Beyond this pain,
I don't wanna feel no more.
War!
Pain recedes as soon as you walk into the war.
But not the fear.
There is no way to measure so much fear.
You are like a fish
Immersed, immersed into the sea,
A sea of fear,
Of fear that you can't see.
War is a pain transformed in instinct.
A rancid, metallic taste.
Is what remains.