Standard (EADGBE)
Pain works on a sliding scale


So does pleasure in a candy jail


True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a
Monday in Ft. Lauderdale


I came all this way to see your grave


To see your life as written paraphrased

I have tried be it is written in the furnace of affliction

This is what you couldnt face.
Life in a candy jail


Peppermint bars


Peanut brittle bunk beds and marshmallow walls


Where the guards are gracious
And the grounds are grand


And the warden keeps the data on your favorite brands.