Sitting on this electric chair
There dabbing water on my hair
Not long just seconds to go
Life for me was one hell of a show.

I was bad
I was good
So so sad
Misunderstood

Chemicals in my head
Would send me awry
Thee anger within
Made good people cry

This anger inside me
Was to be my doom
Society locked me up
Had bars round my room

Had I really committed a crime
Was I so bad
Was I not good
All of my writings
Were written in blood

Born from testicles of
Rotten hate
This was karma
This was fate
There pressing the switch
There closing the gate
Whoops I’m gone!