Sittin in a cell waitin I'm contimplatin Will I see god in heaven or am I seein satan? I'm debatin was it worth it actin on my urges Like I had the right to take a life on countless murders It aint my fault I'm wicked I'm just as sick kid I needed help now I'm waitin to die while time is tickin Everytime the sun rise I make a scratch on the wall So as the days go by I can keepin track of em all I know nobodys gonna miss me cus I never had a home You got me locked inside with family but I always was alone Not a clone in the lab raised by mad scientists Its all a delusion I should have told a psychiatrist I try to sit and rationalize close my eyes See the faces of my victims just before they die Why couldnt I stop why was killin my addiction Why couldnt my mind see the line of that conviction Cus every bloody body part the fbi discovered Was a piece of someones child someones friend someones mother I guess its too late to give a fuck now I gotta pay the consequences some how So I sit in a cell sicker than hell hittin myself If they dont kill me I'll be killin myself I'm feelin myself fadin away as the days pass I'm gettin payed back in a chamber full of gas But its my own fault I should have never got caught Now they lock me inside of this mysterious vault So I gasp and choke on the smoke and I cant see Now I'm dead that makes them no better than me
