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
im
just
as
sick
kid
I
needed
help
now
im
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