Drinking blood from the stomp of a prison guard
That I just chopped up
That used to be freedom to me
Watching my cell-mate cry
As I spray hot piss in his gouged out eyes
That used to be freedom to me
But now it's plain to see
The prison was inside of me
And I was really pissing in my own gouged out eyes
And freedom is what happens when you finally take off
Your prisoner disguise
