Metal

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A prison song.

I, being the judge of this legal court
Motion for the accused to arise
Stand up boy, here's the end of your life
Now all be in awe of my upper hand
And you watch as I detain
I swallow time, twenty years
Of your life, I have obtained

Sorry in a cell, with the rest of the dogs
I do nothing but wait
I'm being fed shit, tormented, such hate
Bashed, beaten, battered, some inmates here
Just cannot defend their lives
That for me, the luxury in here is only to die

Now you're in, here to stay
Life sentence, convicted
And now you must pay
So watch your back and all that you've got
Stealers take, killers kill, but usually in the dark
Cold and empty grey
Matter of your brain would spray
Unpleasant taste it leaves in your mouth
This place is hell, this place is what we call

World in a World
And you fear this fucking
World in a World
Guilty you'll rot

Warden hates because he's playing the part
He makes his point by turning guns on the unarmed
Or solitary confinement they'll keep you
You resist and I'll have to beat you
A battered mess, and oh I regret
When you're in here slop is all you'll be fed
And when you're tired and needing some sleep
The cement floor is all they feel you need

 

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