A.S.P.C.A.

Opened the door i could smell the death they buzz me in i take a deep breath walk down the strip all eyes on me a grasp of freedom is all they seek they can't escape time decides their fate it's just another way to release the hate exit the place my eyes see red "have a nice day" is what the lady said what a crime, they get the short end of the stick picked up against their will and they get dicked