We’ve all danced with the devil tonight, we’ve looked him dead in the eye and laughed whole heartedly as he damned us all to hell. Now let’s plan together, hold the revolution high and become the demons that haunt the souls that put us here. Behind the bars we will plot and plan, under the gun we will laugh and curse you to limbo. When the day of reckoning comes you’ll be locked behind the bars and not us, you’ll be left to rot in hell’s fire. All the while will laugh and chant ‘Welcome to Rehab’ as every last one of you pass us by, slapping the stamp of infection across your forehead to show to the world that you can’t control the cursed.