• looking through bullet proof glass,

    her face is gone and dead.

    with images of my pass,

    for i am imprisoned in my head.



    sitting in my padded room,

    as they bicker and argue.

    about my coming doom,

    but they couldn't find what to do.



    waiting for the charge to come,

    sitting in the electric chair.

    they send me back to where im from,

    for they think this is fair.



    now im sitting in a cell,

    thinking of the time gone.

    deep within the depths of hell,

    wondering what i did wrong.