Death Beds - Stray From The Path

I know a place

Where the wounded go

For cold souls unaware

With no self control

I know a place

Where the broken and wounded go

You just sit back and listen

And just do what you’re told

Never knowing how things

Could have been as you grow old

This is your time and it’s wearing thin

Don’t let this happen again and again

You can catch me in a storm

Of thoughts and prayers

Sleep away your American nightmare

I won’t lie with you in your grave

Sleep away your American nightmare

Sleep, it.

Sleep it away

Your American nightmare

You just sit back and listen

And just do what you’re told

Never knowing how things

Could have been as you grow old

This is your time and its wearing thin

Don’t let this happen again and again

I may be wounded

I don’t need to be saved

And though I’m wounded

I don’t need to be saved

I won’t lie, I won’t lie

With you in your grave

So put your fist in the air

To the sound of the new beat