Vice

Life in a vice
Tightening up inside
Life in a noose
No chance to get loose
Break through the chains
Hope through the shame
Orchestrated life
Orchestrated fight
Command what we like
Into me and you
God, I'm sick of you
God, I'm sick of you
God, I'm sick of you (you)
Bring me flowers
Comfort gun
Now I'm sleeping
Life in a vice
Tightening up inside
Life in a sun
Fire comfort gun
Into me and you
God, I'm sick of you
God, I'm sick of you
God, I'm sick of you
God, I'm sick of you (you)
Bring me flowers
Comfort gun
Now I'm sleeping