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


Lyrics submitted by HomieC

16 Cradles of Death Marching Backwards Creating Interference to the Masses, Pt. 2 song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain