Chains.

Let the guitar scream out your name,
I'll play it daily, nightly, 'till I drive myself insane.
I've got my pretty battlescars, wanna see?
And the shackles on my wrists tell the world I still ain't free.

Behind the smiles, the cemetary of lies.
"Rest in peace", while you're gone I'll try to get by.
I'll try to be innocent, sweet and sincere.
I'll try to hide the real beast inside while I'm here.

Let the guitar scream out your name.
I'll play it daily, nightly, 'till i drive myself insane.
I've got my pretty battlescars, wanna see?
And I've got the shackles on my wrists that tell the world I still ain't free...