"No water for three days
I cannot sleep, or stay awake

Four months hunger strike
Am I dead, or am I alive?

With metal tubes we are force fed
I honestly wish I was dead

Strapped in the restraining chair
Shaker aamer, your friend"

In camp 5, eleven years
Never charged. Six years cleared

"They took away my one note pad
And then refused to give it back

I can't think straight, I write, then stop
Your friend shaker aamer. Lost

The guards just do what they're told
The doctors just do what they're told

Like an old car I'm rusting away
Your friend, shaker. Guantanamo bay"

Don't forget