Hangman, is it me you're looking for. I don't think I'm ready to leave. Crushed by society, I don't understand. Victim of reality, I crawl back in my shell.
Learning through pain. To feed your mind against yourself. To become an exterminate machine. Deciding on the freedom of the earth. . Read my mind as I read yours.
Our Lord's no savior and I ain't no saint. They will take me to the electric chair, yeah. No more remorse and no regrets. All those have since went to Hell.