I'd sell my mother and I'd steal from the blind. Just to have every last nickel and dime. Break-ins and muggings, I'll try to defraud. I'll run up the bill on your credit card.
I'm scratching a picture on the wall. Of a man called Nothing At All. Why are they keeping me here?. Please, let me go. Please, let me go. . I'm hearing voices deep inside my head.