Prisonland

Faces on a round wal with no interogation

You've just kiled your mindand the rope turned insane

And your parents tel you're les then joey Smith

(he's your best friend)

Waitin' for the underground a vision approaches

She asks you to live in a miror question

Hanging on the cross as Jesus 3 PM friend

For the deads are baptisted with their ilusions

And God is what we did invent

Alright man passed by with a hand in his hand now

And you're back in heaven, you're back in prisonland

Don't know what to do to folow the circle

Try to eat roses but hurt by their stems and

like to kil the new generation

Mother earth is shakin' Maria don't care

Couldn't get reality (caught by) a man with no hair

And hangin on the cross as jesus 3 pm friend