"The street is my world."
"What do you wanna call me a murderer for? I never killed anyone!"
"I don't... uh... I don't pretend to go uptown and be anything fancy. I can, but I find more real in the world that I'm in then I do the tensile. And the real world is the one I have to deal with everyday, y'know? Umm... Believe me. If I started murdering people, there'd be none of ya left."
Rain's falling down from blackened clouds
Blazing storm of chill
The sky is torn from lightning and from rage
There's no shelter from the wrath
God-forsaken force
I'm standing drenched and soaked in ice so cold
Can it be
It's my fate,
all this blazing hate?
See as I fall
So deep into the sky
The spirits are calling my name
They beg me to free them someday
I will be sane
Snow's falling down from clouds above
Tearing down the sky
I must release the spirits now
Raging hate
is my fate,
is it all too late?
"Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me! Maybe I should've killed... 4 or 5 hundred people, then I would've felt better. Then I would've felt like I've really offered society something. You've got it stuck in your brain that I murdered somebody. What do you wanna call me a murderer for? I never killed anyone!"
See my scarred body and mind
as I'm laughing at the sky
See as I fall
into the sky
Lightning is burning my soul
See as I'm thrown
into the deep blue sky
No spirits are calling my name
I'm begging to be freed from pain
I am no more