1. DEATH ROW CENTER

Pieces, stitching up what's left inside
The sirens call, and I can't hide

Pieces slipping through the cracks of time
Reeling all of us in, I can feel it

I see a false prophet high on a platform preaching
"Give me your all!", he screams
"Surrender your souls to me!"

Hey motherfucker, are you satisfied yet?
Keep peeling off my skin, the flesh is for sale
And now it's too late

In times when compassion's seen as overrated
The gods weep for the lost and jaded
We're seated death row center again and again and again and again and again

Bleeding from within
We're past hope