Open call for prison architects
Send me all blueprints a.s.a.p.
Stack the wall such that I cannot breathe
Man is bleeding forever
Because of the weather
I hope soon to leave from the east
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No more absolutes, no more absolutes
Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along
Amateur seasalt gatherers colonised
Good enough for conrad hilton
Not good enough for my eyes
I trust you will tell me
If I am making a fool of myself
Man is bleeding forever
Breeding forever
They come out blister the sea