Havin' fun in my padded cell tonight Havin' fun in my grey motel tonight Gotta lot to say, and I wanna know if it's right 'Cause when the system shuts
in hell You're not aware that you create Their paradise-your frozen cell NEW WORLD ONE ORDER Illuminati is machine YOUR WORTH IN RUIN You pave their
Succumbing to forces No hope of deliverance Zeta probes minds Follow like sheep Serpentine rulers Slow domination I've seen their eyes I've been taught
yourself Kill yourself I got the feeling that it's time You die! Crucify yourself with a rusty nail or get fucked Up in a prison cell Raping children of their
In a past life I was just some Back alley abortion Stem cells collected on a coat hanger Tossed in a trash bin I can't help but think the kind of hip
past in their patrol cars So tell me why I feel the enemy They're supposed to be here protectin' me I mighta been too far Helpin' the contribute to makin' their
own cell These excuses how they're so familiar They've kept me blocked They've kept me small They've kept me safe in my own shell Bringing this into the light Shakes their
ignorant were to wise up Underground radiation shelters too quickly use supplies up New World Order conspirators break their ties up Revolutionaries organized crossed their T's and dot their
have a beeper - gotta have a cell phone Debt is well known but still mother's who know they can't afford ____ Still they rob Peter and Paul to buy their
Welcome to Cell Block 427 it's 10 o'clock at night Can you see the rows of bodies twitching in their sleep And if you're hungry, if you fancy a bite
bad boys end their wicked days in hell? Well if it wasn't for the collar that you wear around your neck You'd be seeing life quite differently, inside a padded cell
In the flatlands its uphill everywhere you go. I can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their noses. At the black man white man heading off
[based on "IF ONLY :" by Christina M. Riggs] Here I sit in my cell Plain white, stone cold walls. All alone with my thoughts, memories and my regrets
Bricks show through white textured walls Screaming their story with such empty hospital feel So dull Unforgiving floor Back down and face up Movement
day Don't give up Joseph fight till you drop We've read the book and you come out on top Narrator Now into Joseph's prison cell Were flung two
Ricky's parents probably asked themselves "Why?" Why was it their son wanted to fucking die Ricky made his life a living hell His final offering was himself hanging in his cell
accused Crowded together, given no choice Force to live like animals given no voice Heavily armed guards placed to keep control Making sure the people stayed in their hell hole People pass their
all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent