holygirl

Take a walk down the corridor of steel, And see just how cold things can feel, Take a walk down the corridor of steel, And you will find out exactly what is real. Look to the third cell on your left, That is where you will come to lie, In that small dark neglected cell, Is where you will eventually die. Someone will come and lock you up, Then throw away every single set of keys, So no matter how often you ask to be let go, Nothing good will come of saying please. It doesn't matter if you are guilty or not, It doesn't matter if you have been good or bad, It doesn't matter how well you have faught, You still are about to leave a