Warden, let me in
I tried to be the mad man in the scene, as written for me
Boot marks on my chin
I did my best to fail at this life as life became misery
Cage me, make me sip
Your sacraments are tarnished by my lips
I choose to spit
Cut me, let her rip
Dismember me as minds are set free once bodies are broken
Come and gather the shards of our tongues
This is justice
I can see the future through the barrel of a gun
This is justice
This is justice
Let me smell the roses of their promises all gone
It's their justice
It's their justice
Traitor, battle me
I need the violence deep inside of me, to find a purpose
Twisted imagery
I dream of the waves that will come and end what we've started
I know what I saw
I am the witness running from your laws, of common physics
Poems cut like claws
I saw the children
All the children saw us as we danced upon their graves
Come and gather the shards of our tongues
This is justice
I can see the future through the barrel of a gun
This is justice
This is justice
Let me smell the roses of their promises all gone
It's their justice
It's their justice
As the sun began to rise, the blood on their cheeks evaporated
The stencil maker made his rounds over a town built like a labyrinth
Everybody is bound to find cheese in the morning traffic
And if they dare to look up and meet our gaze, we might have our war
Warden, let me in
I tried to be the mad man in the scene, as written for me
Boot marks on my chin
I did my best to fail at this life as life became misery
I can see the future through the barrel of a gun
This is justice
This is justice
Let me smell the roses of their promises all gone
It's their justice
It's their justice
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