Petals In The Grass
Bed Of Nails
Covered with slugs
Covered by snails
Rancid and rotting
On my bed of nails
The pain wins out
Discomfort prevails
Rancid and rotting
On my bed of nails
Condemned to many asylums
Locked in many jails
Rancid and rotting
On my bed of nails
Poetry documents feelings
Much are troubled tales
Rancid and rotting
On my bed of nails
If you're startled in the nighttime
By the sound of distant wails
It's only me rotting away
On my bed of nails
Covered by snails
Rancid and rotting
On my bed of nails
The pain wins out
Discomfort prevails
Rancid and rotting
On my bed of nails
Condemned to many asylums
Locked in many jails
Rancid and rotting
On my bed of nails
Poetry documents feelings
Much are troubled tales
Rancid and rotting
On my bed of nails
If you're startled in the nighttime
By the sound of distant wails
It's only me rotting away
On my bed of nails
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Bed Of Nails
Bed Of Nails