Behind the locked doors
Of a prison shower
Foul things are done
A broken body's laying there, on the tile floor
A broken sphincter is twitching voilently
Bloodstains, running water mixed with feces, down the drain
Fumbling with the soap will lead to centuries of pain
The screams, they are terrible
From behind the doors of a prison shower
Flailing, screaming, the tearing of an ass
These sounds still echo in the halls as more are joining in
One, two, three, four, oh please don't be a fifth
An anus only takes so much, it's tearing in the seams
Behind the locked doors
Of a prison shower
Foul things are done
Behind the locked doors
Of a prison shower
Foul things are done