Letras:
The Nails

: too many times searching for mercy without sincere remorse. look into these eyes forever holding doubt under masks of false comfort you wear so proud

a bed on nails I'll lay you down and when all else Fails I'll drive you like a hammer on a Bed of nails Bed of nails, bed of nails I'll drive you like

a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain And She would rot. Alone Insane. On the twisted nails

: You take a hammer, you get some nails, you build a home Find a woman put that woman in that little home But without love, true, true love in that home

felt What have I become? Thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind What have I become? Something else inside Is driving nails into my soul Angels from my door Driving nails

there for hours in the chilly cold marshes If the ladies were squirrel's with high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails

: Watch your mouth Oh, oh, oh Because your speech is slurred enough That you just might swallow your tongue I'm sure you'd want, want to give up the

to doubt this Something has died in me today Smell the decay I need some air around me Claw walls until undernails bleed Don't steal my coffin shut today Coffin nails

on a bed of nails I'll lay you down and when all else fails I'll drive you like hammer on the bed of nails Bed of nails, Bed of nails I'll drive you like