The air is humid and the floors cold. Prisoner. Crime unknown. Prisoner.
Awaiting my sentence. Societys disposable son.
Outcast. Grown apart.
Institutionalized since day one. Societys unwanted son.
Raised by emotionless TV screen, this is everyones
crime.
Go ahead pull the trigger if this is how you want it.
Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now.
I am the
reflection of your mad world and system.
Anywhere but here is where I want to be right now.
Go ahead pull the trigger on your own
creation.
When Ill leave, Ill watch you right in the eyes.
Societys disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart. The air is humid and the
floor is cold.
Prisoner. Crime unknown. Sentenced, leaving with my eyes wide open
