Laughing at the salty tears falling down my lonely face
Laughing at the dried up blood stain caused by the human race

Can't you see the little children playing in the sun?
Can't you hear the led shots fireing from the warden's gun?

Crying about the happiness that other people share
Crying about the joys that bring my necrogenic dispare

Can't you feel the cold rain falling from the empty sky?
Can't you smell the burning masses, begging, screaming why?

Chatting with the inmates who disapeared again
Chatting with the broom and mop, such dear and close friends

Can't you see the sun light through the six foot thick wall?
Can't you see I've left the room and there's no one here at all?