Condition Critical - Shock Therapy

Incarcerated
Through these walls I cannot see
Freedom my only answer
Neglecting me
This is my final plea
Rotting in this cell
My final hell
Death is all I need
Accused of a murder
I did not commit
Without evidence
They imprisoned me
Going through mental breakdowns
Each and everyday
Not knowing when or where
I’ll just rot away
Blaming society for
What’s become of me
I’m strapped down, ready,
Shock therapy
Rotting in this cell
My final hell
Liberation, Execution
Exists
Not regretting
Not forgetting
Always guilty
EXECUTED
A man does not forget
All the blood that he has drenched
Hatred in his eyes will tell it all
Murdering calls
Rotting in this cell
My final hell
Death is all I need
Rotting in this cell
My final hell
Liberation, execution,
Seizing to exist