Numbers (Guilty Chorus)

They came with an anger On a quiet cold morning They came armed with numbers That they pointed right at me I left with a stranger Gave him his truth for a pat on the knee I'm left with a hunger For my days of youth in the sun I'll never see Let him rot, let him rot So they won't know what we have done Let him rot, let him rot So they won't know what we have done Let him rot, let him rot So they won't know what we have done They came with an anger