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Thu 23 Nov, 2006 04:15 am
I have no idea what you call this insanity that over comes me
It's like my awareness and mind go totally blank
I have no idea as to what I do at these times, see
People say I have blood on my hands and they ask me to be frank.
How can I admit to something I can't remember I did?
Even before learning the facts, you have tried me and condemned me to death
If I did what you said I agree from society my life you must rid
Without weighing the facts, everyone wants to see me take my last breath.
The establishment, society, the media my judge and jury
It doesn't matter to anyone that my mind is sick
I know everyone hates me, as I can feel their intense fury
All I have been told was the trail I left was very bloody and very sick.
I have no memory of the horrid acts I did
I have been told I left this evil trail from coast to coast
I guess my morbid life from this world I should rid
If I could remember, I am sure I would be haunted by my victims ghosts.
I'm not saying me not remembering is a reason I should be set free
I just can't remember the pain and sorrow I inflicted to others, see
So anyone if you encounter me you should run and flee
If you see me I advise you run! Because the things I do I can't remember, see