Criminal from Anguish by Noose

I am rotting behind these bars,
day after day slowly losing my mind. Keep feeding me pills they dull the pain,
slowing my plan to kill them all.

I need to get out before I die, torment and suffering my mind aches.
This plan ensues, no one will see this coming from me.
All the years of torture have taken their toll, leaving me wondering what's wrong with the world.

The guards come to my cell, I hear the door slowly creep open, they think I'm fast asleep.
Alarms ring out over the sound of panic, there's a criminal on the loose;
he's slowly tightening his own fucking noose.
All the years of torture left my mind in pieces, when will I die?

• Metal
• heavy metal
• Tampa