Texas In July - Bed Of Nails

Digging to the thick of what started this. Tell me, are you innocent or are you a part of it? Secrets creeping through the streets. When the bleak won’t bleed and the loyal stand powerless to take a knee. I see something brewing in the backgrounds. It’s not hard to tell when it’s done so well. I was on a roll but had no one to stop me. So hear me out this time. I won’t be spineless. When everyone has something to say, It makes no difference when there is nobody listening. We watch and wait. We sit and watch. We sit and watch their heads turn. They’ll keep on spinning till their work is done. When the work is done. No need to even worry, to worry. It won’t be long until you see it’s the owl heads turning all along. Any eye can see something brewing in the backgrounds. It’s not hard to tell, when it’s done so well. I was on a roll but had no one to stop me. So hear me out this time. I won’t be spineless. See to the core of the underground. I’m feeling forgotten when they need to know the roots of this name. It’s more than just a group. And I’ve seen the proof that would ruin each and everyone one of you. And I’ve seen the proof that would ruin each and everyone one of you. We’re all stepping on a bed of nails. Tread lightly. Tread lightly. Stepping on a bed of nails. On a bed of nails. Tread lightly. Tread lightly. It won’t be long until you see it’s the owl heads turning all along. We’re all stepping on a bed of nails. Tread lightly.