These days
Everywhere I look
Is concrete
Concrete
And in the center there is a tower
And in that tower there is a watchman
And in the center there is a tower
And in that tower there is a watchman
And there's ash on his pillow
Beer on his breath
And tears in his eyes
As he prays for death
And there's ash on his pillow
And beer on his breath
And tears in his eyes
As he prays for
Get to class
Be on time
Don't you dare
Speak out of line
Get to class
Be on time
Don't you dare
Think out of line
The sh*t they spew doesn't align
With the way you want to live your life
You pay for your prison
Twelve-grand per person
You bought the ticket
So pick your poison
And in the center there is a tower
And in that tower there is a watchman
And in the center there is a tower
And in that tower there is a watchman
He's the Panoptician
Panoptician
Panoptician
Panoptician