Gold Chains

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 seventeen
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 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

Ice cold
Ice cold and your shadow's swallowing me
I breathe....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