Lyrics Bed of Nails - Burn it Down

Bed of Nails

Yet still we slumber with alarms ticking in our heads
Sleeping tightly beside the devil we laid in our beds
Born into the right side, the right side of something wrong
Draped upon the alter, singing the conquered’s song
Standing on top of someone with feet shoved in our backs
Don’t have to wind up on top just better dead than wind up last
Your own skin don’t seem to fit your frame just right
Your blind climb upward only serves to extinguish your light
I won’t deny you the path you may have chosen
But don’t be surprised to find you don’t want you anymore
Your own skin don’t seem to fit your frame just right
Your blind climb upward only serves to extinguish your light
I won’t deny you the path you may have chosen
But don’t be surprised to find you don’t want you anymore
Bow down
Bow down
Bow down
(We all bow down to something)
Your bed of roses is a bed of nails
The bottom falls out you finally find you’re by yourself
I won’t deny you the path you may have chosen
But don’t be surprised to find you don’t want you anymore