Sure feels strange to never obtain
What others throw away
One fist in their pocket
While the other quickly chops away
The pain you once fought for
Keep the lamb in line
Those chains was never meant to be that big
Always drawing the shortest straw
Surely abstain from your reality
Shells never meant this much before
Self teached judges
Never taking time
To look upon the true core
Chains made of cotton
Still this hard to break
What others throw away
One fist in their pocket
While the other quickly chops away
The pain you once fought for
Keep the lamb in line
Those chains was never meant to be that big
Always drawing the shortest straw
Surely abstain from your reality
Shells never meant this much before
Self teached judges
Never taking time
To look upon the true core
Chains made of cotton
Still this hard to break