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
To connect far to my chains
Cut 'em open
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 to feel 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 convicted
You got blistered
Fire
I know I was wrong
Are you still sure that you're right
You're to feel 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 grove, it's contagious
You absorbed, all the fallout
I've been small, you're gigantic
[?] lovesick, romantic
Your [?] sorcerers and saviors
I have only just begun
To understand dangers
I'm the one who understands
The gifts falling in you
I'm the one who hurts you
I know I was wrong
Are you still sure that you're right
You're to feel 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