The Dispersion - Victim of the Board Lyrics

While I'm still a free thinker, let's get one thing straight
I've gotta make it clear before it's too late
This place takes a toll on my mental state
What should I do
I can't see the sun
Can't feel my face no more
It ain't no fun
To stare into space no more
Why else would a man with a gun
Come back for more
Hell don't seem that bad
When you're a victim of the board
Well you learn a lot in hell, that much is true
Like how to be yourself when that self ain't you
It's hard to bite off more than you can chew
When the victim
The victim is you
Can't see the sun
Can't feel my face no more
It ain't no fun
To stare into space no more
Why else would a man with a gun
Come back for more
Hell don't seem that bad
When you're a victim of the board
Can't see the sun
Can't feel my face no more
It ain't no fun
To stare into space no more
Why else would a man with a gun
Come back for more
Hell don't seem that bad
When you're a victim
Can't see the sun
Can't feel my face no more
It ain't no fun
To stare into space no more
Why else would a man with a gun
Come back for more
Hell don't seem that bad
When you're a victim of the board

While I'm still a free thinker, let's get one thing straight
I've gotta make it clear before it's too late
This place takes a toll on my mental state
What should I do
I can't see the sun
Can't feel my face no more
It ain't no fun
To stare into space no more
Why else would a man with a gun
Come back for more
Hell don't seem that bad
When you're a victim of the board
Well you learn a lot in hell, that much is true
Like how to be yourself when that self ain't you
It's hard to bite off more than you can chew
When the victim
The victim is you
Can't see the sun
Can't feel my face no more
It ain't no fun
To stare into space no more
Why else would a man with a gun
Come back for more
Hell don't seem that bad
When you're a victim of the board
Can't see the sun
Can't feel my face no more
It ain't no fun
To stare into space no more
Why else would a man with a gun
Come back for more
Hell don't seem that bad
When you're a victim
Can't see the sun
Can't feel my face no more
It ain't no fun
To stare into space no more
Why else would a man with a gun
Come back for more
Hell don't seem that bad
When you're a victim of the board