The air is humid and the floor's cold. Prisoner. Crime unknown. Prisoner
Awaiting my sentence. Society's disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart
Institutionalized since day one. Society's unwanted son
Raised by emotionless TV screen, this is everyone's 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 I'll leave, I'll watch you right in the eyes
Society's disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart. The air is humid and the floor is cold
Prisoner. Crime unknown. Sentenced, leaving with my eyes wide open
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