Wait here. Steer clear.
They´ve gone to get your man.

10 AM.
Through gate 3 with picture ID.

This old billfold
Experiences security.

I hear the click. These men are hard.
I´ll see your face through bar and guard.
You´re new to me. I´m new to you.
I see your fate. I´ll see you
You through.

Ice within.
And it´s all cement in the government.
Approved? Then move
To the plywood booth where the prisoner´s sent.

You read in red
The letters on the door and you know what they´re for.
You feel unreal.

And the rattling chain´s coming over the floor.

I hear the clock. These walls are green.
I see your face through tin and screen.
You´re new to me. I´m new to you.
I see your fate. I´ll see you
You through.

Too hot. No air.
Loud fan and a big tin can.
Wait here. Steer clear.
They´ve gone to get your man.