Sleep On It

Now I know that nothing's get me high
Scorched the land to find a man
Even lost the will to lie
Plucked out every artery
Left my heart to die

I made my bed
So I can lie on it
So I can cry on it
Now i'm wondering why
I made this bed

Cameras hidden in my ceiling fan
Excuse me but where was you, god
That long hot afternoon
Drag my head across the floor
Now i'm living deadAnd I made my bed
So I can sleep on it
So I can weep on it
Now I'm wondering why
I made this bed

And the cold dew's stinging
There's vultures singing
I caught a vision of my death
But there is
One sweet poison i'm immune to
Don't wake me
Cause my dreaming's seeming true

I made my bed
So I can lie on it
So I can cry on it
Now i'm wondering why

I made this bed
So I can sleep on it
So I can weep on it
Now I'm wondering why
I made this bed