At the end of the road
Running for
Confused in a cage
Evil voice\'s
Leading me to the top
I emptied my gun
I\'m done
Pitchfork
The ocean is right there
Birds feeding on my corpse
People still feeding on my brain
Straight jacket
I\'m done being used
I\'m useless
A robot I plugged in a garage
No prom collage
I can\'t donate
My mind
My heart
A soul
Soulmate
Late night mate
Coffin crazy
Trapped in a maze
Please
Their following me
In the light
I try to stay in
So scared in this Cell
Death row
These are my last words