Gold chains
Gold chains and my body's given up
I'd fight. I'd fight but the moves might be stifling
My arms. My arms get light with the rest of me
MY keys. My keys are ready
Bury me, I'm sure you will
I can't come clean, with what I'm sayin
The struggles on my feet implode
The taste of blood is something else to think about
But after all my keys are ready
Too old. Too old to pretend we're 17
Not me. Why mean, well the youth is a hindrance
I roll my role. my role. my role
And it might keep me in this bind
I'll never find. Worlds behind me
Bury me, I'm sure you will
I can't come clean, with what Im sayin
The struggles on my feet implode
The taste of blood is something else to think about
But after all my keys are ready
Ice cold. Ice cold and your shadow's swallowing me
I breath....so clean
My throat. My throat. My throat. my throat
And thought of clearing it. And now I sit
And it's over and...
Bury me, I'm sure you will
I can't come clean with what I'm sayin
The struggles on my feet implode
The taste of blood is something else to think about
But after all my keys ready
The struggles on my feet implode
The taste of blood is something else to think about
But after all my keys ready