Nightmare Cinema
Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me. Doesn't that Give me equal right? I can do anything I want to you people and anytime I want to Because that's what you've done to me. If you spit in my face, smack me in the mouth And put me in solitary confinement for nothing, what do you think's gonna happen when I Get out of here? I think I haven't done enough, I'm ashamed of death for not doing Enough, for not giving enough, for not being more perceptive, for not being
Aware enough, for not understanding, for... being stupid. Maybe I should've killed 400 500 people
Then I would've felt better, then I would've felt like I have really offered society something
You've got it stuck in your brain that I murdered somebody. What're you calling me a Murderer for?
I've never killed anyone; I don't need to kill anyone, I think it, I have it here, The street is My world...
Falling, in my mind
Aching, left behind
Thinking, what to do
Crazy, me or you?
Angry, violent, no remorse for what I did today
Unjust, untrue, they don't believe anything I say
My mind is clear, for I have not sinned
Locked up, shackled, the film rolls in the nightmare... cinema
Come see the end
Murder, my compulsion
Killer, no compassion
Final, my decision
Triggered, by rejection