Hanging around, wasting the day nothing to do, not much to say waiting for something, some things never change you won´t escape when the jail´s in your head the tv-station has to make money, too and in these days old heroes die off soon now it´s too late, he refused to wait to hide his fear, to controll his hate To control his hate ain´t a big thing to kill a man loading, aiming, shooting, BANG they told him killing would be cruel an he replied: "i thought it´s cool" Some might say it´s cause of loss of faith that´s an easy way through his maze those who are judges now, who declare that he´s mad were the ones who built the jail in his head