The good die young cos' this is hell
corporate worth billions cos' they didn't care about the soul they sell
halo wearin felons livin life inside a cell
scream a plea to god.
"Look how far I fell"
heat from fire, what a place to dwell
keel over sick, I 'aint feel well
black and blue, bruised I have a story to tell.
Of how the halo fell to a collar.
Welcome to hell.