Here on the inside looking at the outside

losing my memory faster than my pride

Here I am baby, blind as a bat outta hell

Cut me loose of that ball and chain

Packed up a glad bag hopped on a train

to the land of the lonely, as far as I can tell

I was laughing like a fool on fire

candle burning into my hand

sitting like a bird on a wire

I had to find me a place to stand

Here is a man (?) with his poison pen

and his children in armor and frustrated men

and women who don't know why they were sent here at all

You might think think that we'd had our fill

and we'd stand up and fight if we just had the willM.I.C. Lyrics
Time for a lottery, they got your number Blood for fuel, and limbs for lumber They just wanted more machines For their modern war machine M.I.C. Am I seeing it right