Appreciate your life! - Extradition by Banisher
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Season 01, Episode 07: "Extradition" tells the story about inmates being held and transported between jails and the methods of treating them during the process. It describes the feelings and subjective perception of the free world from the point of view of a person being held in a custody. Appreciating all the views on the road, which were once in reach on daily basis, are now seen through barred windows of an armoured vehicle. If you're lucky enough to be extradited in a vehicle with windows at all.
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This episode features Extradition by Banisher
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Lyrics:
Inmate you movin'
Gather your shit quick
And keep your fucking mouth shut
In the moment you've worn stripes
You stopped to be a human being
But a scumbag
Squat and cough
Play this game of intimidation
I want to see your lack of dignity
Meet your new friends
Murderers, rapists, drug dealers
get inside the cage
and wait for orders
20 hours
Restrained
Stench of urine
Soothing sound of tyres
Extradition
Goes well and smooth
30 inmates
Silently, praying for and end
Looking out on
Cars passing by
Every detail
Worth as Mona Lisa
Praying to God
That I am sure is no more
Let it be this one
Last facility
Looking out on
Cars passing by
Every detail
Worth as Mona Lisa
Praying to God
That I am sure is no more
Let it be this one
Last facility
One on one, few inches away from freedom
Is this somewhat like march to Golgotha?
But I'm not a saviour here
Chains on my hands
Like the crown of thorns
An aching reminder
That I am still awake
Bulletproof van
That doesn't let me fall down
I can see sun at down,
I'm longing for carefree times
Chains on my hands
Like the crown of thorns
An aching reminder
That I am still awake
Bulletproof van
That doesn't let me fall down
I can see sun at dawn,
I'm longing for carefree times
