Written by Simon Meola
Simon Meola- guitar/vocals
Cam Roydhouse- drums
Jaime Bosomworth- piano
Phil Ryan- bass
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Looking out of my window, black clouds swelling with rain
Noticing all this darkness, a metaphor of these days
Putting out fire with diesel, many mistakes I’ve made
Kicking out all of my demons, the rent’s too high to be paid
Nice, but I still see chains
Fire in the skies burning me
Chasing my tail it’s gonna be fun for a while, stupidity
Nice, but I still see chains
Picking up where we left off, realize you’re nothing but a meal
Something else looking through my eyes, killer trying to work through me
Cackling laughter crazy, struggling to find my feet
Hold me up, hold me up heart please, still water runs so deep
Nice, but I still see chains
Clipping off these chains all over us
Sick of the restraints I’ve had enough poison of the mind,
It’s seeping out
Nice, but I still see chains
Weight, weight off my shoulders
Wait now, weight off my shoulders
Weight, weight off my shoulders
Life pouring down
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