I got to break this armour, cutting off all the feeling (don't wear it)
It's like a melodrama, everybody's scene stealing (just bear it)
It's always the same old number, they never let you out of school (it's nothing)
Well I gotta gun that's loaded, I want to hurt some fool (don't shoot it)

CHORUS
Well The woods are full of wardens,
They are digging up remains
It feels like the big stick that smacks of oppression
And it sounds like chains

I wanna bite the hand, bite off the hand that fed me (don't eat it)
I want to turn the knife, turn the knife that bled me (you need it)
You've got it all wrong, you never heard what I said (don't worry)
Well I got a gun that's loaded, it's not pointing at my head
(Don't rush it, don't hurry)

No-one can keep these ropes around me, or take the blood out of my veins
I'll just pull the trigger back as the volume gets stronger
And it sounds like chains

Nothing hurts me any longer, there isn't room for any pain
I'll just pull the trigger back as the volume gets stronger
And it sounds like chains

Oooh chains, sounds like chains, ooh chains, sounds like chains