pain as it stands

if no man is an island
i'll still dig a hole to hide in
the ground can be divided
long as i can be alone
look down at the floor
and what's up on the ceiling
and what meets in the middle
is no one i can confide in

i still do it wrong
like my father before me
i don't blame him,
but i still hate him
it's a similar story

i see you all so docile
i wonder how to catch it

life is pain
as it stands
so i sit down
and pain my hands