Gold Chains

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah

I hope the stress don't kill me

They chip away my heart, expect a coin to fill me

Oh man, my joy so filthy

I pray to some, I'm still me

But boy these demons gleaming, scheming, preaching, leave them

We'll deceive him, he's believing, say we're on his team then

But I've been bleeding, wounds have deepened when I chained my freedom

Reason weakened, beaten, ripping curls like I'm fucking Keenan

They think I'm beaming, I'm the beacon of the young and decent

When I'm in this shell committing treason

You see the truth is that I'm often blue

So many cracks in the ceiling, I tried to mend them with glue

What a profession

Sleep in sessions, curse or blessings, need refreshing

See progression 'cause I beat depression

They throwing pills like M&M's and I'm hoping they don't relapse

On stage, the crowd yelling, don't get lost in feedback

My boo said I should take it slow, wish I could heed that

Without the burning of a fucking greenback

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah

I do this and I do that

On call from Sun till Moon crack

My phone can never go flat

Who knows where else my work at

I miss this and I miss that

Birthdays, first steps and gift wraps

Hope I don't miss my first dance

Somebody put me in the circus, I'm the world's best juggler

Only two hands, pretend that it don't fuck with my jugular, I'm a new man

While praying that my music will bubble up, this my Truman

Show will rock the boat, I'm still subtler, where's the movement?

I fight for my existence

Brick wall with my persistence

I hate to say I play Russian Roulette with my resistance

Play it void of all assistance

My life, my love, my business

A goon playing charades inside the face of corporate systems

I sanitised organic ties for my arise in modern times

I can't deny internal lies in hopes that I'd be televised

I sacrifice a gentle life for goals that leave me terrified

But pray this doesn't lead to my demise

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains

When it looks so gold, but it feels so cold inside these chains, yeah

Gold, cold chains

Gold, cold chains

Gold, cold chains

Gold, cold chains