Freedom or Suicide

Down on my knees with the gun on my head I see them coming we are close to the end I scream i bleed blood all over the walls The cops are coming they are calling my name I see the crowd standing all around They want to see the face of the clown I don't have no regrets i don't have no remorse There's no surrinder, we are close to the end I don't have no regrets, don't have no remorse I guess it's done, well i'm already dead Visions of fury i can feel the crowd Voices are screaming! they want the head of the clown Now it's too late, there's nothing left to be found A smell of murder, freedom or suicide by cop I always know i always know it would come to this I always knew it would turn this way I can't take it anymore I can't stand it again Kill kill kill myself again No surender Never surender Bullets and holes destroying my head Freedom! freedom! i guess it's done; i'm already dead Freedom or suicide by cop Freedom or suicide by cop A life of killing! criminally insane Prison is flowing; running through my veins