Bed of Nails - Burn it Down

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