Now can you hear the cling-clang of my ball and chain gang?
The sound of heavy metal that tastes like cellophane
Collapsing every vein like umbrellas in heavy rain
My passion is pain
I do dirt to bury shame
I`m victimized an institution`s no solution
A place where you`re defenseless and guilt`s the prosecution
Where necks are bound into slipknots of shallow souls
Walking narrow roads to be hung from gallows poles
Nobody knows me success has exposed me
To narrow-minded souls with goals to overthrow me
Suppose that I chose to live my life low-key
Would you act like you could team
When there is nothing you can show me
Don`t you understand I`m the head of my class
A straight-A student not regretting the past
CHORUS
You see I`m ok now but I don`t think it will last
Because reality is something I can`t seem to grasp
Candy-coated pain is like a ball and chain
Pulling me closer to death, I feel closer to death now
Candy-coated pain is like a ball and chain
We only dig deeper by running away
It`s deeper than what it looks like
We never got an equal shot so we took mics
Packed the candy-coated pain in the first pipe
That said my name and the candy-coated pain is the worst type
You got it nice my every day is your worst night
The world is digging in my wounds screaming out I bet it hurts right?
But it hurts more I got regrets but
I`m glad I took the prize behind the first door
What`s the hurt for?
Everybody hungers peace but they thirst war
It`s crazy I`m not complaining because I probably would have tried better
And if the people that I trusted weren`t lie tellers
So keep your candy-coated pain to make the vibe better
Now all the songs I`m writing sound like suicide letters
CHORUS
Guilty or innocent whatever pick the verdict
Sometimes a perfect picture`s not so perfect
Though I could reverse the mixture it isn`t worth it
Because my life seems to work no matter how bad I curse it
I only know a little but I feel so much
the pain brings me down but it reveals the rush
See I got my arms up just to shield the dust
Because I lust for the things I can`t seem to touch
Arrest me if I follow you
You congest me I`m so hollow from your gift
You infect me when I cut you
Still the same still insane
I think I love you
(But fuck you)
CHORUS
