| I can walk the bed of nails
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| I’m not the only one
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| But some, they cannot walk the jagged line
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| Callous, concentrating
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| For nails are sharp as lies
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| I run the jagged line
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| From years and years of practice
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| I know just how to stand
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| Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand
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| Prepared with boards and hammers
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| And several bags of nails
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| I could build a wall to lean on
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| Roof above my mind
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| I can see you’ve got your own plans
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| Please don’t drive your nails into this heart of mine
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| I can walk the bed of nails
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| Grin and bear the pain
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| But some, they cannot deal with all things
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| Always sacrificing
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| For lies are sharp as nails
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| And all the pain it brings
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| Sometimes I just pretend that all the lies are true
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| And I know I might depend on you
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| But if my concentration breaks
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| I’m washed away with pain
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| And then my feet begin to bleed upon my only bed of nails
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| And I’m stuck here in the middle of a sea of lies
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| Inside my bed of nails
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| From years and years of practice
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| I know just how to stand
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| Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand
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| Prepared with boards and hammers
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| And several bags of nails
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| I could build a wall to lean on
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| Roof above my mind
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| I can see you’ve got your own plans
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| Please don’t drive your nails into this heart of mine |