Black Out

Diamonds in your pocket with a price
With all these different reasons that you could be ice-cold,
And now you know that I am
A sinner or a saint, and you know it.
People want to claim that i can't do what
You want so just throw it out,
Don't claim things that
You won't understand
But you'll find your demise laid from another mind
And hand.
Don't think you're popular because
You're not!
Because I am the best of what you think
You haven't got and I don't care about what
You say, so rot!
You think you've got me wrapped around your finger,
Uh-huh,
There's no obvious ways you've got me strapped in.
Mapped into the way to what you're feeling.