Artists Q

Awaiting Execuiton

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