I show my cell to you friend I show the cell form of captivity Come down and see my torture This place is filled with depravity Suicide... Genocide... Homicide... The words of wicked Your eyes Your lies Your dirty tools of hatred My fear, my choice Stop f**king with me in my own hell My crimes, my past They belong to me in my own cell I show the dirt of prison I show the other part of life Look at my handcuff's in there I wear the ropes of afterlife Infanticide... Regicide... Matricide... The words of wicked Your eyes Your lies Your dirty tools of hatred I know what you want from me I expiate when i want to Don't try to break my chains down My atonement is my salavation Ignominy...