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

	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