Born In A Prison

We are born in a prision, raised in a prision

Send to a prision called school,



We cry in a prision,

We love in a prision,

We live in a prision, like fools.



Wood becomes a flut when it's loved,

Reach for your self and your battered mates.

Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken,

Look in a mirror and see your shattered fate.



We live with no reason,

Kicked around for no reason,

Thrown out without reason like tools.



Work in a prision

And hate in aprision

And die in a prision as a rule.



We live in a prision

Among judges and wardnes

And wait for no reason or use

We laugh in a prision,

Go through all four seasons

And die with no vision or truth