Strapped Lyrics

Never finding a way out

They were finding some way in

Is it always some bullshit rotting from inside?

Torn away from the soul

Hollow in between

Carry out your paper for

Every movement saved

Every piece is torn away

Any movement

Step into the rocket like a noble cadet

Dreadful

Falling from the pocket of another sadistic man

Sinking in my stomach like a Johnston lament

Sewn to the pocket

Gentle value of the soul

That seems a waste of a battle

That bleeds the taste from a bottle

Chemical

Strapped into a rocket