Shackles (Feat. Joe Nester)

Maybe it's the shackles I can't bid
Maybe it's the anger I hold in
Maybe it's the grudges I can't free
Maybe it's the past that I can't leave
What gives you the right to label me wrong?
He without sin cast the first stone
Stabbed in the back, I'm on my own
With the weight of the world, I still hold on
I still hold on

I've been praying, I keep praying for bright skies
I never thought reality would hit me so life sized
So if you go to war, feel like no one's on my side
I learned stray bullets always end up in nice guys
I'd rather shoot first, I'm alone and with no armor
I think my lack of empathy extends from all the trauma
Addicted to stage lights, lost in commotion
I'm just another grain of sand lost in the ocean
They prayed on my demise
I was loyal to the vultures
My heart turned stone
Blood pumping through a sculpture
Don't tell me about emotions, I bled those closest
At the cemetery with these cigarettes and roses
Trust does not live here, don't ask why I'm skeptical
Love only lasts till you crash on your pedestal
And you wonder why I built these walls
Maybe I'm lost

Or maybe it's the shackles I can't bid
Maybe it's the anger I hold in
Maybe it's the grudges I can't free
Maybe it's the past that I can't leave
What gives you the right to label me wrong?
He without sin cast the first stones
Stabbed in the back, I'm on my own
With the weight of the world, I still hold on
I still hold on

For so many years
I've been running from fears
Swimming through the tears
And I'm still here
And every promise that I make
All fades away when I look in the mirror
Cause I don't like the man I see
The person staring back at me
Everything that I could be
Is destroyed by insecurities
Sometimes it feels like I'm cursed
A heart of gold turned cold
Like it lives in a hearse
It's like I'm dead most of the time, it only beats when it hurts
And all the fighting that we're doing is only making it worse, oh
I guess I'm just addicted to pain
Because I keep on coming back thinking it's gonna change
It's always the same
But damn, what's wrong with my brain?
I just explained the vivid definition of going insane

Maybe it's the shackles I can't bid
Maybe it's the anger I hold in
Maybe it's the grudges I can't free
Maybe it's the past that I can't leave
What gives you the right to label me wrong?
He without sin cast the first stone
Stabbed in the back, I'm on my own
With the weight of the world, I still hold on
I still hold on