Tytuł: P.O.W.

• Wykonawca: Pistol Grip
• Wyświetleń: 235

I prayed everday while I was stuck in this hole
  But no god ever came to save my soul
  I was conflicted in beliefs I was scared of the wrath
  Locked in this cell no questions asked
  
  P.O.W. my jugular bled, they spent eleven fucking years trying
  to drill in my head
  P.O.W. I spit on your crown, they spent eleven fucking years
  slowly breakin me down
  P.O.W. I'd rather be dead, then spend eleven fucking years
  with you drilling my head
  P.O.W. I spit on your crown, they spent eleven fucking years
  slowly breakin me down
  
  I was too young to be in your crusade
  I should have had a choice but it was yours to make
  I'm no longer sane I'll never be the same
  One more year I'll put a bullet in my brain
  
  Water and bread, you could never starve me
  Did what you said, you could never change me
  Know your stealth, you'll never win
  Now lets drink to my health
  Here's to all the fallen souls
  
  No law, no god, no government saw
  The deception and depletion of my life force gone