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