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