Lyrics: Verse 1: Music was evil, and I'm writing this song so I guess that makes me evil. I bet you'd call my lyrics satanic like you did that of Ozzie and the Beatles. Now heaven's harder to reach than it is for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle. I wasn't allowed to do anything if it wasn't yet that glorified steeple. If you had it your way dad, I'd be as innocent as when I was fetal. When I finally discovered the real world, it was nearly lethal. It's not a sheltered paradise out there, there are good and bad people. I was the odd ball, starting out behind when all my friends were equal. I had to figure my own shit out so my story would have a sequel. I'm imperfect with ink-stained skin and have smelly fecal. Chorus: I'd have to sneak out with my friends to the round-a-bout cuz that was not allowed. I crank the music up so loud to drown it out but that was not allowed. I'm restricted, chained down, and bound; I'm bound to fall into sin without Having a cell phone, you frowned about, is out of the question, not allowed. Verse 2: I can't describe the feeling that overtook me. To do so was never allowed. That feeling that at that you down when you found the phone that wasn't allowed. I thought I hid it so well below my pillow, "dad, I know it's not allowed!" Is what I told him, "I borrowed it from the one homie you do allow. "And no, that's not a piercing in my ear. It'll close if I take it out." But don't tell him I pierced it out of spite cuz he said it's not allowed. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful I had a place to call my home, and two parents revered. But if they were the angels they made themselves out to be, I brought those Seraphim to tears. Maybe you'll be disappointed if you hear this, dad. But honestly, I don't care if you hear. Cuz I spent countless hours tormented by the echos of your unbearable jeers. I may've had book-smarts at eighteen, but to my mental health they were terrible years. When he was too proud to acknowledge my angst, I learned to cherish my peers. [Chorus] Bridge: I'm not ashamed to say I disobeyed too much. But you were ashamed when you found out who was My friend. And you blew up the god shit like a bazooka. She wasn't a Christian so I got chewed out, chewed up, And spit out. Constantly reminded that I'm a screw up. But now that I grew up, you suddenly eased your mood up. Either that or every damn one of my siblings knew just -what words'd get your rule stuff to ease the fuck, loosen up. [Chorus] more