P.O.W.

P.O.W.

Pistol Grip
(album: The Shots From the Kalico Rose)

I prayed everday while I was stuck in this hole
But no god ever came to save my soul
I was conflicted in beliefs I was scared of the wrath
Locked in this cell no questions asked

P.O.W. my jugular bled, they spent eleven fucking years trying
to drill in my head
P.O.W. I spit on your crown, they spent eleven fucking years
slowly breakin me down
P.O.W. I´d rather be dead, then spend eleven fucking years
with you drilling my head
P.O.W. I spit on your crown, they spent eleven fucking years
slowly breakin me down

I was too young to be in your crusade
I should have had a choice but it was yours to make
I´m no longer sane I´ll never be the same
One more year I´ll put a bullet in my brain

Water and bread, you could never starve me
Did what you said, you could never change me
Know your stealth, you´ll never win
Now lets drink to my health
Here´s to all the fallen souls

No law, no god, no government saw
The deception and depletion of my life force gone