Being held there in for the month Solitary confinement Whisper to the man in the next cell Resulted in being beaten by guards Sprayed with chemical mace One by one Look out, stomped and thrown into the dark One by one One by one Don't think I'll be a thief then When I'm released I think only of killing those Who treated me As if I were a dog One by one Bring on the staff rain threat With if telling that my soul One by one One by one The hardcore incorrigible One by one I would rather die be then To accept being treated One by one One by one