Twisted...

...ways for generations

Your smoking heathen carries to and fro
Hear I dangle, struggle in this tangle
Your tons of iron rolls by, day after day
Are thooz eyes closed, can you not see
Can you not see thee

My thrashing, my squirming, my pulling
All my energy exhausted, I bleat out in pain
Writhed and wriled every inch of this dirt
You sit up there in your pretty white shirt

Agony, you bastards, what about your phone
Bet you called yer ole lady back home
Tried to jump on two from side to side
No water, no food, this heat, shade is none

There you go one more time
Energy is none, given up, I am done
Enjoy yer trip, hope hell suits you for your crime
I lay my head now, this barbed wire still...
...twisted