bed of nails

stagger backwards, on the ropes
the world's dismantling your fondest hopes
there's no escaping in your dreams
the anxious imagination teems

something old, something new
something broken, black & blue
feel your flesh, torn in two
the scratch of needles deep inside of you

all the humiliation & the misery
can't begin to compare with this agony
& as it takes you over, as the pressure starts to build
as it overwhelms you, intuition tells you
if it gets too much for you, this never fails
nothing can distract you like a bed of nails