As I lay here in my prison cell
I feel nothing more than bleak company
Armed guards watching me 24/7
What is this atrocity
Six feet by four and not much more
The sounds of screams are hard to ignore
Disoriented a bit more each day
What is this atrocity
The screams of the tortured are calling
A choir of pain driving me inside
The smell of rotting flesh fills the corridors
A sweet strong stench of no escaping
With what oxygens left in my cell
I take a deep breath and prepare to face my hell
This is a place for damned souls
Straight up no mercy
Straight up no hope
Reeks like shit, drinking rats piss
Just a method for survival
Sadistic cunts with evil grunts
Start to overwhelm me
Six feet by four and not much more
The sounds of screams are hard to ignore
Disoriented a bit more each day
What is this atrocity
The time has come to face my horrific fears
No sign of dread, no tears
Bullshit and lies is all I know
Innocent lives sitting on death row
Toxins
Leak through my bloodstream
Stopping my circulation
Toxins
Seap though my bloodstream
My last breath of air
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