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