no rest for the wicked

I ran for, what feels like forever,
I love hard cos I didn't get that,
Too much, I grew up, alone in confusion,
Painted illusion, inside my head to,
Bury the pain, hide it away, hope it won't track me down,
Lock it in chains, try to escape, it always come back round,
And now I feel so conflicted,
There's no rest for the wicked
My thoughts won't let me out of prison,
It's a long way down, when you're lost and conditioned,
the silence is so loud when you're living with it,
You won't sleep a minute,
There's no rest for the wicked
I got caught in a cross fire in my brain,
Chemical warfare I contained,
It all for too long but I can't gauge,
If the doors locked on this cage,
Cos it might break out,
Spill on to you somehow,
Im catastrophising once again,
Me and my head at 3am
Lock it in chains hide it away you better lock that door
Now I feel so conflicted,
There's no rest for the wicked"