Sunbaking

Sunbaking Back in pain and High on the sands In the pouring rain Not faking Just a giant throbbing ache Connected to hands Lying in wait I'm awake And drifting off Rotting the guts And feeling soft I can't take it Lifting the weight of Being stuck in a rut Drifting aloft Sun is warm on my back Lessens the hurt of this attack Vicious cycle Robbed by time And the natural flow Of the scraping grind A daily hike will Slow the crime But can't stop it, no From peeling back the rind Panic wins out At the threshold Of losing the war So take holds Take the pin out And all the hand-holds Fall to the floor And shatter in cold Sun is warm on my back Lessens the hurt of this attack Pray for mercy Pray for comfort But the beat goes on Drumming and drummer Lay there cursing Pay for something Just to be nursing A wound made of nothing Sun is warm on my back Lessens the hurt of this attack