A wrongness / Sellsoul

A blanket of nails,

a bed of nails,

a street of nails.

Rest?

Insert a token.

Aggravated rest is no rest at all.

We have to, it's not our fault. 

The Money said so.

It's not our fault.

As lifeblood is traded for chipped copper, and some dirt.

It's just how it is now.

As we trade the last remaining air for one duck.

We've always done it that way.

As kith and kin are traded for empty promises.

If we don't, the other guy will.