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• Artiste: Clawfinger
• Titre: Ball & Chain
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I'm contemplating, reflecting on my life I'm pondering my options and listening to advice Considering the price I've paid, observing what I've done I'm weighing all the pros and cons, the things I've lost and won The race I've run, the pace I've had, the choices that I've made The path that I've been treading on it isn't always paved I'm well behaved, I'm not depraved, I'm reasonably sane But the burdens that I carry are a hеavy ball and chain All of problems I face Every scar lеaves a trace For all the faults I create I have to carry the weight I'm meditating, rejecting all my strife I'm focusing on positives, reducing sacrifice The only paradise we have is what we all become A piece of mine for peace of mind we're sharing all the crumbs Everyone and anyone deserves a big upgrade The wrath we've all experienced has mostly been man made We've been betrayed, we've been portrayed as mentally insane And misery loves company, prepare to share the pain All of problems I face Every scar leaves a trace For all the faults I create I have to carry the weight All of problems I face Every scar leaves a trace For all the faults I create I have to carry the weight I'm hesitating, I'm sceptical at best Sometimes it feels like I'm clinically depressed Put to the test, I must confess that I'm no good with pain Am I insane to that I could go against the grain? Can I maintain my sanity outside my comfort zone? I'm hesitant of whether I can walk the line alone Am I a clone or skin and bone, what's my given name? Do I exist, is all this a stupid fucking game?