The police shoot
The man dead
Fifteen shots rang out
Before he falls
Hint of civilization
Broken people
When they come out
Caged in a glass shell
Everyone sees in
Through a one way mirror
No home in this city
Contact through a slot
Three years in a box
A system of solitude
Shooting their men dead
With no alibi
Throwing theirs omen in an isolation box
Leaving them lost and broken
Serving hard time
A system were senators travel for free
To Brussels and call it home
A hint of civilization
A lawyers tax haven insert
Misery news bite
Is all that you are
All the broken people
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