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