Pain On Me - V'Moe & Allmighty Juice

I can't be trusted with your money Look what I did Every time that you gave it to me I can't be trusted with your secrets Look what I did Every time that you gave them to me Oh, you can trust me with your sorrow And you can trust me with your pain And I will bury them deep down We'll never speak of them again We'll never speak of them again I can't be trusted with your loving Look what I did Every time that you gave it to me We sing on pain and the untrained heart The cherub in flight and the poison dart Position our players with headlights on highlights In back rooms with lowlifes as angels are pole dancing Of course, the table is rigged for the house But we play anyway, anyhow, anywhere We're all in to win, but the beauty's in losing Another knight falls in the Love Coliseum And oh, you can trust me with your sorrow And oh, you can trust me with your pain, hmm And we will bury them deep down We'll never speak of them again We'll never speak of them again I can't be trusted with your money Look what I did Every time that you gave it to me Look what I did Every time that you gave it to me Look what I did Every time that you gave it to me Look what I did Every time that you gave it to me

The people down the street are packing up As if they found a neighbor doing witchcraft There isn't anybody I can trust So, I'm alone dancing to a click track What's wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes I ran away, right by your side I try to make it better, one candle in the rain But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain Lord, have mercy on my soul Now I wonder if a man can fly With all his sins suspended from his body Each of us was born to live and die (why?) But I could never follow orthodoxy What's wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes I ran away, right by your side I try to make it better, one candle in the rain But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off one the pain Lord, have mercy on my soul I look into my glass and view my wasting skin And say, would God it came to pass, my heart had shrunk as thin To them, I'm under stress, my heart's grown cold to me Could lonely wait my endless rest with equanimity What's wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes I ran away, right by your side I try to make it better, one candle in the rain But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, it's in my DNA Lord, have mercy on my soul