Pistol Grip - P.o.w. lyrics

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 f**ing years trying to drill in my head P.O.W. I spit on your crown, they spent eleven f**ing years slowly breakin me down P.O.W. I'd rather be dead, then spend eleven f**ing years with you drilling my head P.O.W. I spit on your crown, they spent eleven f**ing 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