Family excommunication, awaiting verdict determination, ready for sentencing"Guilty" said the judge and jury which threw me into quite a worry, I didn't do a thing
As I stand and plead I can't control my own thoughts
The mind versus the soul, this battle I've lost, now my actions carry heavy costs
Looks like I've run out of luck
These crimes have got me locked up"His heads all f*cked up"
Now I know that this is the end of the line
Systematic crime confinement I'm expected to live my life in until I'm put to death
Thrown my whole life away, not by choice, just by fate, why am I cursed with this
What if I make a plan to escape
To take a chance at freedom, to defy fate, to make up and redeem my mistakes
Looks like I've run into luck
I've made it through the air ducts
This should make me hard to find
Now I know that this is the end of the line
Made it outside, keep it low
As I climb the fence barbed wire pokes
That will leave a make
Run and hide cuz this is the end of the line
How can no one see, I can't control my own thoughts
The mind versus the soul, this battle I've lost
And I won't be stopped
Looks like I've run out of luck
He struck again, just creeped up
I promise you this isn't me
Now I know that this is the end of the line
Put to death, sentenced fast
As I close my eyes, seconds my last
Now I know that this is the end