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(3x) Until I leave alone Following the wrong lines 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 Take the time to breathe it in For everyday 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