Hey there lady whats your conviction

Tell me the pain and i’ll be the infliction
Tell be how long until your out
And ill stop till you shout
What’s your crime
Whatever they paid ill double
And you say it was a bad time
Now i say you were looking for some trouble
This ride of the silver bars
Won’t match up to the scars
That read like a magazine
On the slate that once stood so clean

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You carve lines into the cell
To take you away from this hell
the window shows images of a lost life
like the one i took with a knife
and you took with a no
when you broke his heart and sent him below
carless then with emotion
to break his devotion
now yours screwing around in here
forced under by the fear
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you can’t see me 
but im watching
the hole in your wall
is my ecscape from the harsh reality i breath
your eyes pierce the surface of my skin
like the kitchen knife that pierced
the skin of my wifes frame so thin
your the next one

the next one