Alien Ant Farm

It's my arms that wrap you up nice
It's my arms, it's my arms baby
Small rooms with record exec types
Whisper away my future lately
I'll introduce you to producers
I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter
Chorus:
I'm so confused
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
Shock me with fear it's taking longer
Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger
It's my words that fail to give insight