Mask

We all get born into chain gangs
We all get stamped with bar codes
We all get told to sit uptight
Believe a world of which we’re told
Take a nail file to my chains
Couldn’t mark them
Took your hats on to the links
Chains remain
I TNT’d her ring, I’m escaping
You got injured
Friendly fire
Fire
I know I was wrong
Are you still sure that you’re right
You’re a fool to think strong
Is to win every fight
If I hand you the knife
Can you cut me off some slack
Or put the knife in my back
Get me out of the hole
Get me out of the hole
Freedom on the tongue
Gets drunk twisted
When the essence of our words
Is to control
Made a bonfire of the crimes
I’m convicted
You got blistered
Fire
I know I was wrong
Are you still sure that you’re right
You’re a fool to think strong
Is to win every fight
If I hand you the knife
Can you cut me off some slack
Or put the knife in my back
Get me out of the hole
Get me out of the hole
Cut the grove, it’s contagious
You absorbed, all the fallout
I’ve been small, you’re gigantic
Au secours
Lovesick romantics
You’re the one who speaks in tongues
Of sorcerers and saviors
I have only just begun
To understand love’s dangers
I’m the one who understands the
Gifts of
Fallen angels
I’m the one who hurt you
I know I was wrong
Are you still sure that you’re right
You’re a fool to think strong
Is to win every fight
If I hand you the knife
Can you cut me off some slack
Or put the knife in my back
Get me out of the hole
Get me out of the hole