Guilty

I’m waiting to hear the truth.
How could you do this?
Cooperate and talk to me.
Give me every little detail, I need anything from you.
So take a seat.
Dig deep.
Dig deep.
As we go around the table let me know what you think.
Open your eyes, there’s no where to hide.
These god damn padded walls will make you lose your fucking mind.
Strapped tight.
Strapped tight, Straight jackets.
Bright lights.
No concept of time, I said no concept of time!
You think you see but your blind, you think you feel but your fine.
Rotting inside.
You’re so pathetic, but I’ll make you proud of me.
Everyday loading up the same gun.
Pressures on, pressures on.
I’m pleading guilty for all charges placed in front of me.
I’m not sorry for anything.
I’m not sorry for anything.
Everyday, I put this barrel to my tongue.
I finally finished my job.
An empty soul sits alone in a chair with a loaded gun in front of a mirror.
A blank canvas shows behind his head.
With his finger on the trigger, he’s just painting his death.