Two

Im sleeping on a bed of rust
And I am breathing hard...
And I am breathing hard
Some times I feel Im made of glass
And still I breathing hard...
And still I breathing hard
Im weakened by this heavy load
And I want nothin more...
And I want nothin more
Im empty cause I dug the hole
And still Im nothin more...
And still Im nothin more
And the mud... in my mouth
Starts to pour... while Im speaking
And I scrape... the mistakes
From the thoughts... thats misleading
I swear that all feel is doubt
My life is made of sand...
My life is made of sand
Like Jesus kept temptations in
Its falling through my hands...
Its falling through my hands
Underground... in the maze
Where I carve... the excuses
With the guilt... that I pull
Out of skin... that Im shedding
And the mud... in my mouth
Is still here... and still pouring
And I choke... on the cross
As Im hangs... as Im hangs
[ Bed Of Rust Lyrics ]