Tekstovi: Cress. Monuments. Prisons.

lock them up, throw away the key, this isn't justie is what i say, take away their rights and take away their choice, when you're in prison you ain't got a voice, coil out the rope and dust off the chair, innocent victims come very rare, stand against a wall and use a fuckin' gun seem to forget it's somebodies son, how can you judge what you don't understand, take away our freedom and take away our land, how can you watch and not say a word, you've got a voice and you can be heard, so wake up and take a look around, it's why the systems' there to keep us down, how do you look at what your eyes can't see, if we're not in prison are we free, sitting in your houses, thinking you are safe, they can't get in, but you can't get out