It Ain't All Flowers

Cleaning out the darkest corners of my mind Taking all my full circles, and making straight lines Been getting to the bottom of the bottom getting to me Holding up the mirror to everything I don't want to see But it ain't all flowers, sometimes you gotta feel the thorns And when you play with the Devil you know you gonna get the horns

Been dancing with demons all my life Every time I find my groove they cut in like a knife Been a sin eater since I was born Tired of feeling weighed down from carrying round all the pain that keeps me torn So I pray when I lay me down to die Grab a glass of wine and a seat to dine and go ahead and eat the whole damn pie