Every verse is a new war
Every line is crossed
No Oasis
Gun to my head
Born into debt
Mourn and suppress
No Oasis
I have been cursed with this solitary life
I have become who you wanted me to be
Everything is worthless in the eyes of the Serpent
When will we start tying up loose ends?
It's time for the cut, a clean slate
It's time to reach for the blade
I mourn, I suppress
I am conditioned to hurt
I mourn, I suppress
Judged by the steel on my neck
Gun to my head
Salvation only in prayer
Born into debt
So we keep spinning the wheel
You may think you've got a purpose
'Cause it's written in the books
Nobody thinks before they speak, so
We're led by crooks
Force us into form until you've got what you're looking for
Force us into form until you've got what you're looking for