Divided
Hurtful
Life goes
In a circle
The circle
Gets smaller
In eternal
Sick squalor
We often waste away
But as for me...
When pain comes I'm the closest
To the point where I refuse to fail
Life was never ever a bed of roses
Life has always been a bed of nails
L I F E - I S a B e d -o f- N a i l s
Incited
To hatred
At odds with
What is sacred
The evil
Gets deeper
We the people
Are the fever
We often drift away
But as for me...
When pain comes I'm the closest
To the point where I refuse to fail
Life was never ever a bed of roses
Life has always been a bed of nails
L I F E - I S a B e d -o f- N a i l s
When I inadvertently
End up tangled in the mire
Adversity
Is like a sword smith's fire
Perfecting me
With situations so dire
We often forget the way
But as for me...
When pain comes I'm the closest
To the point where I refuse to fail
Life was never ever a bed of roses
Life has always been a bed of nails
L I F E - I S a B e d -o f- N a i l s
I... Lay Myself Down
Willingly