Bed Of Rust Lyrics - Rob Halford

I'm sleeping on a bed of rust 

And I am breathing hard... 

And I am breathing hard 

Some times I feel I'm made of glass 

And still I breathing hard... 

And still I breathing hard 

I'm weakened by this heavy load 

And I want nothin' more... 

And I want nothin' more 

I'm empty cause I dug the hole 

And still I'm nothin' more... 

And still I'm nothin' more 

And the mud... in my mouth 

Starts to pour... while I'm speaking 

And I scrape... the mistakes 

From the thoughts... that's 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 

It's falling through my hands... 

It's falling through my hands 

Underground... in the maze 

Where I carve... the excuses 

With the guilt... that I pull 

Out of skin... that I'm shedding 

And the mud... in my mouth 

Is still here... and still pouring 

And I choke... on the cross 

As I'm hangs... as I'm hangs