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