The Innocence created with oneself
Becomes from the inner most feelings
Acceptance drawn by this wealth
Waiting in sufferance, to adjurn his sentence
Patience is the key, to deliverance
We are still alive
This does not mean
That we don't exist
Slowly as the time
Goes wondering
Not counting the hours
But just the days
Buried alive in cell block "F"
Behind bars and concrete
Incarcerated, no contact with the outside
Thinking back of the past
Trying not to think suicide
Harested by the evil guards
Pushed around and told you what to do
To hell with you fucking screw
Boredom, paranoïa loosing patience
Trying to confirm what society demands
There's no justice!!!
