Paroles de Guillotine

Left for death, on day one You voted for what I'd become School to prison, a life ripped from my home The Jail Lord commands, and you will obey Motherless in a system that doesn't care Without a net, they fall into despair Trampled, dismantled by a swift baton to the head The Jail Lord will see to your early decay I've made no choice in this My life is not my own Tell my visitor I was dead on arrival