I was hesitant on posting this one bc it is quite eclectic… I’ve been told that I was very odd for liking this song so much… The lyrics complement the pain and satisfy a dark hunger… RIP to the singer….

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 couldn’t faceLife 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 brandsJelly beans and cookie dough
Country restroom on a radio
I got a number on my name
It’s hard to rise above the shame
I’m a branded man made in the moldThese terms engulf the waking mind.
Like cherry, grape and lemon-lime
Like candy corn and licorice
Like bubble gum and Swedish fish
It happens to me all the timeLiving in a candy jail
With peppermint bars
Peanut brittle bunk beds
And marshmallow walls
Where the guards are gracious
And the grounds are grand
And the warden really listens
And he understands

http://Candy Jail https://g.co/kgs/2WQxhN

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