I’ve got scars, courtesy of guards
That’ll mark me my whole life
Some of them, they like to hunt
They prowl inside my mind
Others, they like to taunt
And lurking plain sight
Every time I see my face and head
They’re so quick to remind
The consequences that are in store
If I speak out a line
All the gifts prison left me with
I wish I could return
All the lessons that they’ve taught
I wish I could unlearn
The bureau left its marks on me
In ways that I can’t hide
The bureau attacks with savagery
That’s why we must fight