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