Dearth of life but no scarcity of scars
The walking dead are living life behind bars
Cellular imprisonment, an ocean of black
Confinement solitary like a whip on the back
A citizen of cement and of iron and sin
When anything that can be is used as a weapon
Condemnation by a jury, but not one of them peers
Counting breaths and hours
The days, the months, and the years

Writing letters with no one to send them to
Confessing wrongs done with none to hear
I am forgotten by all but my zookeeper
Dignity gone
But there's nowhere for the rest of me to go

You locked me away to think about what I've done
But I can't stop thinking 'bout what I will do to you
Society will pay its debt to me

Tried as an adult because the Da's tough on crime
Took away his innocence, no child left behind
Despair and hopelessness, no key there is to find
Existence only bitterness, 'cause calendars don't lie

Persecution at the hands of a guard
Electrocutioner has a cattle prod
Pepper sprayed without mercy and multiply tazed
Exploited, hated, in brutal ways
Savaged by dogs, and chemically burned
The restraints, the stun guns, they are all for torture
Bloodstained dungeons
Are for men called the phage
Lost humanity in an animal's cage

Writing letters with no one to send them to
Confessing wrongs done with none to hear
I am forgotten by all but my zookeeper
Dignity gone
But there's nowhere for the rest of me to go

You locked me away to think about what I've done
But I can't stop thinking 'bout what I will do to you
Society will pay its debt to me

You locked me away to think about what I've done
But I can't stop thinking 'bout what I will do to you
Society will pay its debt to me