In this world where you're penned up like savages
You're fed the scraps of all society
The days blend into one
You're shackled down with nowhere to run
The walls are iron rods that rust like you
Your thoughts rob you blind
"What a useless life! What a useless mind!"
No one's sitting on the outside asking
"What became of him?"
You can't think straight
Because there's no heaven shining light on the other side
There's no pastures growing green on the other end
There's no remorse!
Twenty fours spent locked in confinement
Stealing scraps from a king rat's nest
"I can't stand this solitude in this world that wants
you dead but keeps you alive in some hell!"