Sector Eleven

The threads of his soul have been stripped
The words seem to cut like a knife
I guess we will need the vice grips
Let's bring in the jaws of life

Gaslight... is that what you need?
Sleep tight... and it starts to bleed
Play nice... but don't do the deed
Think twice... before you plant that seed

Didn't realize I was already there
Blind to the life I was living
Concerned I had nothing to wear
From all of this shit I was given

Do you think that he recognized heaven?
Did he know that he's already there?
And that everything goes to eleven?
If he can just learn how to share?

Stamp and tag the body bag
Another day another buck
Just a job with the local mob
Where no one gives a fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Ammons
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