Ten Thirty Three Song Lyrics

Lost in America, lost in its ways
Lost opportunities to climb up the cage
Addicted to spirit so the earth concentrate
Tryina make the killing while inflicted the scars and scrapes
Go ahead and plunge your needle while you kneel down and pray
But it won't make a difference when the ships are at bay
Where there are drones above us and lights up in space
There ain't no place to hide with the fear in your face
I used to think that future meant the past would erased
But I've seen it all before, we are all running place