Anything goes in this place
Where poisonous dreams linger
And the antidotes conformity
A prisoner’s mind is short
And full of ambitious rejection
Hoping to savour the air outside
It’s a bench made of familiar faces
Judging us on our criminality
As the sentence replaces innocence
Mothers weep at the verdict
As the gallows roar with pride
As the price of our crimes announced
By men who never knew our lives
The secrets we’ve danced with
Or the names we hide behind our lips
Because anything goes, in a place like this.


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