If there’s a way we’re moving, closer to a paradox Time 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
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