The Mold

The pain created the mold, created mold
Yeh the pain created the mold
And my bones are getting old
And my brains been stuck on hold
Once you were the one I lived for
Who I lived for
Who I lived for
Think I'll relapse now I'm back on my grind
But I swear man the green is all I grind
I don't confess sins of any kind
She told me insane and she might be right
I go and snap, snap like my guitar strings
I used to kill the pain with fucking anything
Yeh I went fucked up my innocence
And the cops always had it fucking in for him
Yeh I'm clean of the killers
And we pull up they wana fucking be us
I pull out hits like a magician
She told me pull out and I didn't
Once shy twice bitten
Hit me hard grief stricken
I held you up like pillars
But the pills had me slipping
Had me slipping
Had me slipping
Had me slipping
Yeh the pain created the mold
And my bones are getting old
And my brains been stuck on hold
You were once the one who I, I lived for