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