Nine Inch Nails, Brain Pain
Nine Inch Nails, Brain Pain
Nine Inch Nails Driven In My Brain
I stopped waiting on earthen fruit,
guns to fire but I can not shoot.
Nine inch nails driven into my brain,
snails crawling in thick bloody rain.
I stopped asking for sweetened lies,
sickness baked within hollow pies.
Cuts embraced to feel the sweet pain,
stick in deep, let red be the stain.
I stopped begging for more misery,
you that laughed at my mercy plea.
Seven inch blades twisted to bleed,
answers never given when I plead.
I stopped begging so very damn long ago.
You that lie to feed your deceitful show!
Robert J. Lindley, rewrite 07-06-2015
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