I was broken by the lack of light
a confined space
a hood on my head
an orange jump suit
i was made to wear
on the way to my mock execution
when I was fifteen
I had a dream
where I was a carpenter
I didn't know where I was going
but I was going to try to be a man
I will be a good son of god
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation
and one day
I will be with you st peter at your no muslim allowed gate
I'll be the one with the hood, wearing an orange jumpsuit
you know, the one,
the dying empire
wants to blame