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 ain't 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
It's 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 could'ntI stop why was k**in my addiction
Why could'ntmy 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 it's too late to give a f*ck now
I gotta pay the consequences some how
So I sit in a cell sicker than hell hittin myself
If they don't k** me I'll be k**in myself
I'm feelin myself fadin away as the days pa**
I'm gettin payed back in a chamber full of gas
But it's 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 can't see
Now I'm dead that makes them no better than me