my head is heavy and bent like a crane the wrecking ball blues are coming again and latham says babe you know life is a ride but living s no fun when you re dead inside i pierce myself to wake up my veins i d pierce my heart if i thought things would change but i m just like the skin that s been stung and restung and the campfire songs that are sung and resung for a girl of my age why am i so numb i ve been chasing a lie i was sold running down thieves and fool s gold and these christmas dreams are just painted coal i ve been swallowed up by greed i ve been spat upon by lust if they ain t playing with your money they re playing with your trust and i m trying so hard to stop sitting still to gather the juice that s been spent or been spilled to find a spark in myself that hasn t been killed cause if death doesn t get you then life surely will i ve been chasing a lie i was sold running down thieves and fool s gold and these christmas dreams are just painted coal we ve been chasing a lie we were sold we re running down thieves and fool s gold and these christmas dreams are just painted just painted just painted just painted coal talk about an early frost