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