كلمات Hot Coals

I don't feel a thing Walking on hot coals No sensitivity in a fog of war Try to unwind To enjoy the good life But the pressure that I hold On my shoulders goes I suspect the reason I am loved Is because of how tight I'm holding on Nowadays you're supposed to talk Problems on and on Whatever happened to the old -fashioned Strong and silent type What they didn't know is once you get us in Touch with our feelings You would never hear the end Once you pull the pin I suspect the reason I am loved Is because of how tight I'm holding on If I set you free, if I let go Tell me would I still be the one you want Even a broken clock Is right twice a day Even a busted lock Can keep a thief away He's not the type and soldiers Don't go to hell It's a place reserved for the Twisted and evil Now you ask how I'm feeling I told you then You're gonna torture me slowly with it I am falling behind