Bed of nails
Birch hill damTime will leave its bloody end
Will the old recover, to justify the time they've lost
Or is this blasphemy all over again
Time keeps on selling us out
With the love that you're passing around
Leaving smiles on the face of disease
Will - The
Brave discover
What all of the people want
Endless lies to disinfect
All the pain and suffering, underneath the holy cross
And what was said, isn't always what's meant
Seems like a part of the end
Breathing air that's as heavy as lead
From my grave, as they bury me now
Six-Feet-Down
When we're living tomorrow
And we're dying today
Then our time spent wandering
Would simply fade and….
Fade Away
Our time spent wandering
Would simply fade
What I need right now, is a remedy
To redeem the times, that are broken
A bed of nails is where, peace is equally
Relieving all my stress
And there's a way we're moving, closer to a paradox
Time will wash its bloody hands
Will the old recover, to justify the time they've lost
And what was said, isn't always what's meant
All for a bed of nails
Time keeps on selling us out