Written by: Lenny Tomallo Crnkovic

Your twisted mind Took that knife Stub him and Took his life You did not ran, no You just stood there Watching all this blood On your kitchen floor Not feeling sorry Feeling nothing at all And when you got there To the place where most of us are The same hand Turned against you In prison cell You finished it all, you Killed yourself On your way I hoped you felt All the pain he felt as well I hope you'll burn Be damned In hell!