2,4,1

I always spit in the dark
Now I suffer for refusing to swallow
I know for sure they're coming for me
Many others will refuse too
The game is to control
The lives of everyone else
Two years, four months, and a day
Sentence sold
Two years, four months, and a day
Justice, punishment
I watch the smoke and can't stop thinking
That at this hour I was always at the bar
I've felt your screams inside me
When I get out, I won't forget
Stand firm, present arms, aim, fire!