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Mental disorder, psychiatric disease Violent compulsions, they're all part of me It's easy to judge this, accuse, disagree You all turn your back when you should have helped me They say it's in my brain, my way, my destiny Written in my blood, my flesh and my dreams The truth is, I grew up emotionally abused Tearing my soul down, all thanks to you Maybe there was another way But I took their lives because You made me do it No You made me do it No You made me do, you made me do it Zero remorses, lack of empathy Memory lapses, delusions of control You thought I was harmless, the neighbor next door While in my basement, I'm hiding your corpse I'm sorry, but it's late to redeem me from my sins There is no good, there is no bad, we live right in between I really wish that I was dead, but I can't kill myself So it doesn't really matter if you cannot understand Maybe I deserve to pay But it doesn't feel right 'cause You made me do it No You made me do it No You made me do, you made me do it No You made me do it No You made me do, you made me do it I lived as an ordinary person most of my life I plead not guilty right now We are all evil, some form or another 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, any time I want to Because that's what you've done to me No You made me do it No You made me do, you made me do it No You made me do it No You made me do, you made me do it Your Honor, it is over now This has never been a case of trying to get free I didn't ever want freedom Frankly, I wanted death for myself This was a case to tell the world that I did what I did, but not for reasons of hate I hated no one, I knew I was sick or evil or both Now I believe I was sick The doctors have told me about my sickness, and now I have some peace I know how much harm I have caused I tried to do the best I could after the arrest to make amends But no matter what I did I could not undo the terrible harm I have caused I feel so bad for what I did to those poor families And I understand their rightful hate I decided to go through this trial for a number of reasons One of the reasons was to let the world know these were not hate crimes I wanted the world and Milwaukee, which I deeply hurt, to know the truth of what I did I didn't want unanswered questions All the questions have now been answered I wanted to find out just what it was that caused me to be so bad and evil But most of all, Mr. Boyle and I decided That maybe there was a way for us to tell the world That if there are people out there with these disorders Maybe they can get help before they end up being hurt or hurting someone I think the trial did that
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