My head is heavy and bent like a crane
The wrecking ball blues are coming again
Latham says, "Babe, you know life is a ride,"
But livin's no fun when you're dead inside

I pierce myself to wake up my veins
I'd pierce my heart if I thought things would change
I'm just like skin that's been stung and restung
Campfire songs that are sung and resung
For a girl my age why am I so numb?

I'm chasing a lie I was sold
Running down thieves and fool's gold
These Christmas dreams are just painted coal

I been swallowed up by greed, I've been spat upon by lust
They ain't playin' with your money they're playin' with your trust
And I'm tryin' so hard to stop sitting still
To gather the juice that's been spent or been spilled
Found a spark in myself that hasn't been killed
Cause if Death doesn't get ya then Life surely will

I'm chasing a lie I was sold
Running down thieves and fool's gold
These Christmas dreams are just painted...

We've been chasing a lie we were sold
We're running down thieves and fool's gold
These Christmas dreams are just painted, just painted
Just painted, just painted
Coal...

Talk about an early frost





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