16 Cradles

Did not have a chance, fell into line

I’ll rot down here for the meantime

Without a voice, I’ll never change

I slide back down this slope again

The second I began to see

I had my eyes ripped out and fed to me

Without a choice, I’ll never change

I slide back down this slope again

Until I leave, I’d love to leave here

Until I leave, I’d love to leave here

Until I leave, I’d love to leave here

Until I leave alone

Following the wrong line

Marching forward in the wrong time

Punch the clock, then the wall

Punch the clock, it’s a longer form of suicide

And one hell of a ride

Slave to the grind and no surprise

I might drop dead in the meantime

Without a say, I’ll never change

I slide back down this slope again

Until I leave, I’d love to leave here

Until I leave, I’d love to leave here

Until I leave, I’d love to leave here

Until I leave alone

Following the wrong line

Marching forward in the wrong time

Punch the clock, then the wall

Punch the clock, it’s a longer form of suicide

Take the time to breathe it in

For every day, I’m born again

And maybe live a life of my own

Tear the face that pulls me down

The human race can march around

Voicing each and everyone’s tone

Take the time to breathe it in

For every day, I’m born again

And maybe live a life of my own

Tear the face that pulls me down

The human race can march around

Voicing each and everyone’s tone

Slit my nape, slit my nape

Slit, slit, slit, slit, slit, slit, slit, slit, slash