Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm free. Can't you see I'm out, man. Can't you see I'm just a product of a broken nation's shattered dream. Death to all.
Pigs screaming, The blood runs down the walls.
You'll never be successful trying to keep the madness behind these walls because the pain comes from inside and creates chaos within all. You can put me in the chair and watch me fucking fry. But I am aware my death's a nation's alibi. Do you really think that all evil and madness rests in me. Do you think you're safe locking me up and then throwing away the key.