Prom Sex - Panoptician lyrics

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