i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship
i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship

cage:
2 types of people in this world to recognize
conquered and the one holding the rifle at the next in line
the cross hair in my eye is a vessel to god
the container that kept you around is in a hole in the yard
sail the cemetery seas have the crew leaves then move on
you have no idea how right my head is screwed on
when i wake up and put this suit on i feel escape begin
expirations are needed i facilitate the end

el-p:

there are two types of mournings in this life i can surmise, i wake early in the first to help supply the second type, technician of repetition clips, in the numbest of traditions its the little wondrous blunders that can summon ones demise
i know the line to walk, talk softly, punch a clock, aim… done
i see the shelter in contrition, best to limit wagging tongues, but today’s a confrontation with a thought that’s un-assured, she’s inching closer to my services and further from my world

i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship
i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship
i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship
i found love on a prison ship, i found love on a prison ship

el-p: does this job ever bother you, darkly creep up in your conscience too?
cage: nope in fact i'm so enamored with the standard
of being handed the command to (pow)
it's almost romantic
the lead giveth i'd take it if i didn't understand it

el-p: i’m sayin during the tenure of your gig have you ever herded a pris who despite the traitorous label makes you nervous as a kid? maybe beyond a date with the lead there’s something else meant for a (pow), prisoner with the beauty of two for seven six nine zero zed

cage:
oh god you gotta be joking, i get it she's smoking
go get a taste, i'll hold you down for thirty, she must be purty, you’re open
your secrets safe with me, go on a raping spree
i got a couple numbers of my own
just return the courtesy

el-p:
nah man that’s actually not on my mind, somehow it’s different this time, i mean, should a creature so sublime and young really be in line for the gun? and am i the one to dispense it? she seems almost defenseless, and her eyes have the surprising effect of rendering me (pow) restless


like the piss and stench of the huddled traitors evaporates from the room, and in that moment i can see her truly and she can see me too, beneath the body armor and weaponry my heart quietly thumps and whispers “drop the guns and grab her, now’s the time to make your run,” sitting in my transport as we slip through traffic veins, she doesn’t ask me where we're going only holds my hand and gaze, she’s my only reason now and i'm her only hope to live, we pull up to the cabin way above this damned metropolis
me and prisoner 247690zed, somewhere that is soilent green we’re living life instead
no more war on traitorism only me and her, she could clean my gun and i could help her clean the floor
back to something natural we’ll live off of the land, when radon levels drop we walk the trails and talk and laugh
i'll tell her she’s innocent and she'll show me she’s not, i kiss the number on her arm and lay her on the cot
i'm the first to touch her without gloves on, she’s the first to kiss me without crying, life before this was just dying
me and prisoner two four seven two nine zero zed, away from all this violence live inside each others heads, away from all this violence live inside each others heads away from all this violence live inside each others heads

“number 247690zed, step to the line”

“damn it lindt… fire your weapon!”

“yes sir”

(pow)