lie there and wallow in decay
watch the surroundings turn to grey
pick apart every piece of the past so you
can justify the feeling if you're guilty or not
monitored by your thoughts
ready to testify against you cause you can't seem to stop
you won't get out of here
so my thoughts will not define
any part or piece of poetic justice this time i've done my time
you won't get out of here
so he's staring through the bars
waiting til his time's right
might only get one chance
give a fuck about the limelight
he bides his time til he's in line to get something to eat
starts thinking on his feet
finds the biggest thought guarding the place
walks over with a smile as he dashes the plate
cause he's ready to break
then fucking bangs him round the face with a dinner tray
makes his way straight to the gate
you can hear the hounds barking as he makes the escape
but every dog has his day and this bitch won't break
so he changes the direction but he slips on the plate