Prison Story

I will make you burn the skies, 

yes sir I will...

and if you don't know how, you better learn. I will make you stand in the rain dripping from that burning sky, 

black, thick charcoalic drops of residue 

that will hit you on your face like a mad freight train. 

I will drench you in you those deep pulsating shrill of lightning, 

deep dark red, running in the sky like crazy dogs...

Oh yes sir! Burning skies, freight trains and dogs. 

I will make you tear down the skyscrapers 

just to wake you up and show you that you can.
Maybe call your father and ask him to teach you 

how to be a better man all over again, 

I will take this violence from inside of you 

and use it to break stones or maybe the stones will break you...

and I tell you sir, oh I tell you... eventually the stones always win.

And after you will get used to eat with your calloused hands, 

feel no shame in the nakedness of your body 

and your hate will finally begin to hurt - 

then we will call it baptism.