The Visiting Room

Parents divorced
When I was young
Nobody seemed to care
That my behave was wrong

My parents divorced when I was young
Nobody cared my behave was wrong
Started to steal to stay alive
I treated whores like a wife

Times get worser day by day
Tired of wiping the flies away
The first I killed was a man
Stabbing his back as much I can

Blood is on my hands
Mind no longer under control
Psycho who loves the killing

Waking up with the thought to kill
No way out to escape my will
I put my gun in someone's mouth
It would make my parents proud

Now I'm caught and pay for my crimes
In jail I'll stay the rest of my time
No visit I start hating the emptyness
I've lost all contact with the outside

Years went by no human feelings
Nobody came to see I'm still being
Fading away is this my destiny
I hope I'll leave this shit behind me

Finally a visitor came
Were it dreams or reality
I was afraid to leave my cell