The air is humid and the floor’s cold. Prisoner. Crime unknown. Prisoner.nAwaiting my sentence. Society’s disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart.nInstitutionalized since day one. Society’s unwanted son.nRaised by emotionless TV screen, this is everyone’s crime.nGo ahead pull the trigger if this is how you want it.nAnywhere but here is where I want to be right now.nI am the reflection of your mad world and system.nAnywhere but here is where I want to be right now.nGo ahead pull the trigger on your own creation.nWhen I’ll leave, I’ll watch you right in the eyes.nSociety’s disposable son. Outcast. Grown apart. The air is humid and the floor is cold.nPrisoner. Crime unknown. Sentenced, leaving with my eyes wide open