Sentenced to a life inside from the age of eight,
Childhood innocence is now last as they shut the gate
With the swinging of an axe as his mother slept
His future takes it's course, No tears wept

Poor John, why he's so young, just let him play,
No emotions silence kept, will he speak today?
TV picture fill his gaze his guide to life,
No contact with reality since he raised the knife

Electro treatment everyday shows no effect,
Doctors look for vital signs, clues hard to detect
TV holds his future, escape is on his mind
A chance is snatched, the blind lead the blind

At the age of twenty one freedom now has come
With the murder of a nurse again he has some fun
Cries of madness fill the night all hail to thee
Behind the trail of violence, insanity is free

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