P.o.w. Lyrics - Pistol Grip

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 fucking years trying 

to drill in my head 

P.O.W. I spit on your crown, they spent eleven fucking years 

slowly breakin me down 

P.O.W. I'd rather be dead, then spend eleven fucking years 

with you drilling my head 

P.O.W. I spit on your crown, they spent eleven fucking 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