Calloused کے بول

Here I am face down The self doubt starts to rise Like the burning sun When I open my eyes I'm in the eye of the storm But I'll push forward Walking the hard mile wearing a smile Shackled no more by insecurities I broke out of the cell Unchained my mind And swallowed my doubt into the blackness of hell I've grown to love the pain I've grown to love the pain Calloused Cold Out of control Hardened by torment and trial We break the mold Calloused and cold Not afraid to fail Life's not a bed of roses It's a bed of nails Bed of nails I got air in my lungs and my heart is still beating Bed of nails I'm not afraid to fail Always wounded, winded, beaten and bruised Dazed and confused But I'm still standing This is my legacy And I refuse to be a product of fear Calloused Cold Out of control Calloused and cold Not afraid to fail Life's not a bed of roses It's a bed of nails Bed of nails I got air in my lungs and my heart is still beating Bed of nails I'm not afraid to fail Calloused Cold Out of control These are the times that try at the lesser man's soul Calloused Cold Out of control Hardened by torment and trial We break the mold Calloused Cold Out of control We break the mold