There’s nothing, there’s no one, there’s no need to go on
You’ll be impaled sleeping on this bed of nails
There’s nothing, there’s no one, there’s no need to go on
These pins and needles forever embedded
I fight through the tears
I can see your fear
Through the eyes of a child
It’s so, so bleak
The day you almost faded away
You failed to wake
Panic replaces faith as the days pass by on repeat
A feeling of hopelessness
Is outweighed by helplessness
It’s hard to find the answers when
When you’re surrounded by ignorance
It’s like an unsolved mystery
The war between you and this disease
Infection subsides
Anxiety will arise
It’s like an unsolved mystery
The war between you and this disease
These memories still leave you paralyzed
I watched you endure
As they pulled more life from your veins
I heard you weep
I heard you beg to stop the pain
Stop the pain, stop the pain
To stop the hurting
Where is God to grant relief?
There’s nothing, there’s no one, there’s no need to go on
You’ve reached the brink and the fall is deeper than we think
There’s nothing, there’s no one, there’s no need to go on
A victim of the system that aims to cause confusion
There’s no forgiveness
There’s no forgiveness for you
In the den of thieves
Armed to the teeth
Hiding their greed within good deeds
There’s no forgiveness for you
In the den of thieves
Armed to the teeth
Hiding their greed within good deeds
There’s no forgiveness for you
Other lyrics by August Burns Red:
Behemoth
I met Death in my youth He claimed me as his son He echoes in my mind Reminds me what I’ve done The memories made me believe Escape was never a path for me I met …
Cerebral Malfunction
(feat. Make Them Suffer) Self-sabotage Self-sabotage I destroy what I love I love to hate Ruin and me are thicker than thieves We build it all to break I destroy what I …
Den Of Thieves
There’s nothing, there’s no one, there’s no need to go on You’ll be impaled sleeping on this bed of nails There’s nothing, there’s no …
Exhumed
Cut me loose Like a convict Who never committed the crime Hit the floor Running like a house on fire Your facts are all conspiracies It’s evident you never cared …
Forged By Failure
I’m a glutton full of hate and tragedy The cat o’ nine has become my sympathy I’ve given myself a thousand lashes A cyclical cycle of insanity You want …