What you're selling
I don't wanna buy it here.
What you're telling
only fills my mind with fear.
A poison apple sounds
kinda good right now.
I hope it gets me high,
maybe then I can break out.
Chains!
Chains!
Holding me.
Fucking chains are holding me.
I'm locked inside
and where are you?
You know you hold the key.
Clever sayings,
you are just so full of them.
Desperate paintings,
painted by the worst of them.
Cherry filling drips from your lips.
A closer look reveals it's blood.
Blood is dripping from your fangs.
Blood that you took from me.
Chains!
Chains!
Fucking chains are holding me.
I'm locked inside and where
are you? You know
you hold the key.
Water drips from the walls,
it makes me feel the lonliness
of it all.
Nothing matters.
Never mattered anyway.
You're the Devil!
You're the bitch!
You created all of this.
Made it all and walked away.
Gonna break out of this jail someday.

Hey not bad