"Suffering (Mike's Way)" lyrics

It's not the world as I've been told
It's not the things we've bought and sold
Not a lucrative career
Mostly suffering down here

Not the drinks, it's not the smoke
It's not a very funny joke
Not the thoughts that give you pause
It's not the blood dried on your claws

It's not a film that made you cry
It's not a link between you and I
Not the distance of the clouds
Not the taste, it's not the sound

It's not the words which you one wrote
It's not the hands clasped around your throat
Not the distant sound of rain
It's not what's lost or what remains

It's not a sickness in your brain
It's not the drugs inside your veins
Memories of falling snow
A place where flowers still won't grow

It's not the days you spent in bed
It's not some devil in your head
Not the distance of the clouds
Or how you say my name out loud