Uncontrollable death desire Rules your darkened world Ensnared in bitterness And self inflicted misery Reality comes crashing in Through your fragile world You realize your weakened state And your soul fills with hate You made your bed of nails But there's no one to share it No matter how you try You obviously never learn Strict adherence to formal ritual Proves that one has nothing better to think about While you suffer in the world of pain Wrestling pointless moral issues Erratic and eccentric Still predictable Your sense of isolation Cause irrational behaviour Strict adherence to formal ritual Proves that one has nothing better to think about Know that the nail that sticks out from the rest Asks to be pounded violently