Dark and dank and cold and hard.
The light won't filter through the bars.
Slime and grit and death and fear.
Theres no piece of mind in here.
Who are we?
What have we done?
Who will sit as jury?
We're locked up,
We've been pushed down,
We won't contain the fury.
Humanity has seen the end,
If this has been accepted,
Right or wrong? Justice died.
Sanity molested.
My heart is black,
My clothes are torn
My scars are fresh and dire
You've lost you're mind
Your mother's crying
Weeping in cross fire.
Leave me be,
Forget my sins,
Innocent as they are,
Play the damsel,
But ne'er pity
There's not much left to scar.
Fear the day,
The hangmans noose,
Tightens around your neck,
As you were.
Relax you're stations,
Inside a nervous wreck.
