Nation Of Convicts

Life slowly turns and wastes
Absense of sence
Indistinct and thoughtless
Unalloyed to suppose convicted by machinery
Labeled numbered nameless

Uniformed caged
Blunt faces vacant eyes cold stare
Words that tells nothing

Slaves of misery chained by living
Nations of convicts

Constrained conduct catatonic movies
Distorted choices of dreamlike salvations

Fucked by daily facinf shit
Everyday we have to suffer wrongs
Enforced morals tolerance is void
Everyday stress became a second breath

The tread wheel of regettable life
Rolls on
All things of vaine
Are but mutations of what is real
So fucking hollow futile
And shallow existence

Lifelong martyrs impresioned in institutions
Like animal in captivity
Cranked cogs fueled by submission
Generaiting violence
Continents built with prisons
Inhabited by the nations of convicts