By the Candlelight

One more mental cavity
 (Long Long ago)
 Past is the past
 Give myself a hand
 I won't slip through the cracks
 Nothings ever black and white
 Hiding out in plain sight
 I know that it's not right
 Air I breathe is gone tonight
 Pretty good to meet you
 Remember all the things that I put you through
 Every single bruise that I left stayed blue
 All the deep cuts that I made bled through
 All the times I didn't let you be you
 Faking something else
 So I wasn't see through
 Playing mans game
 Stuck like glue
 Couldn't break loose
 Couldn't break loose
 (Long Long ago)
 Past is the past
 Give myself a hand
 I won't slip through the cracks
 It's like a shank in the stomach
 Seven days a week
 Whether I'm awake or asleep
 The fall is very steep alright
 Take a leap or you sink
 Expand or you shrink
 It's hard to see you like this
 All full of holes in the soul like swiss
 A swing and a miss
 I guess I got however long I live to kiss bliss
 (It's called the American dream, but you have to be asleep to believe in it)
 (Fuck those people) Yeah (Fuck that shit)
 Hear that fucking train horn
 Wake you up from your sleep
 Got you feeling reborn
 Yeah
 Sitting by the candlelight
 Day fades into night
 Loosing sight like a salamander
 Who the fuck are you trying to impress
 Chickens with the heads cut off
 Dollar brawlers always looking to oppress
 That fancy footwork and finesse