Bed Of Nailguns

skip town and run
beg me undone
check your reasons

tremble on knees
tensions shape me
debt for my peace

try to explain
dead is my faith
fresh fish each day

prepare for me
bells toll nightly
debtors will plead

now i’ll be free on a bed of nailguns
if i believe we all see the sun
and now i’ll be free on a bent straight-edged creed
if now i believe in a debt to the weak