Pistol Grip - P.O.W. lyrics

rate me

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