Being held there in for the month
Solitary confinement
Whisper to the man in the next cell
Resulted in being beaten by guards
Sprayed with chemical mace
One by one
Look out, stomped and thrown into the dark
One by one
One by one
Don't think I'll be a thief then
When I'm released
I think only of killing those
Who treated me
As if I were a dog
One by one
Bring on the staff rain threat
With if telling that my soul
One by one
One by one
The hardcore incorrigible
One by one
I would rather die be then
To accept being treated
One by one
One by one