Other Men - Strapped lyrics

Never finding a way out They were finding some way in Is it always some bullsh** rotting from inside? Torn away from the soul Hollow in between Carry out your paper for Every movement saved Every piece is torn away Any movement Step into the rocket like a noble cadet Dreadful Falling from the pocket of another sadistic man Sinking in my stomach like a Johnston lament Sewn to the pocket Gentle value of the soul That seems a waste of a battle That bleeds the taste from a bottle Chemical Strapped into a rocket