Fängelse Med Vita Knutar - Totalt Jävla Mörker

Skrmd till tystnad, en tystnad som skrmmer

Slagen till lydnad med vrdande hnder

Grtande barn I kliniskt rena hus

En fdelsedag, en trta, ett rep, ett utblst ljus

Vad hade ni vntat er?

Vad ville ni se?

Jag vet att ni skrmmer, jag vet att ni slr

Uppfostrans tradition stter sina spr

Ett klonat mysterium, hem ljuva hem

Jag tar hellre mitt liv n att ka tillbaka igen

Psykisk tortyr dag efter dag, I ett fngelse med vita knutar

Frightened into silence, a silence that frightens

Struck to obedience with becoming hands

Crying children In clinically clean houses

A birthday, a trta, a rope, a blown out candle

What did you expect?

What did you want to see?

I know you're scaring, I know you're beating

The tradition of upbringing stands its ground

A cloned mystery, home sweet home

I'd rather take my life than go back again

Mental torture day after day, In a prison with white knots