Right of hatred

I'm on the run just to follow the cruel stains.
Everything it was ignored everyone does know what kind of misery it was.
Between two walls, entrapment reaching out for something with sense

In a prison not called with that name I waste the time of my life.
Beholding the words of my silences letting the violence burn.
Heat flesh done with anger nursing my resentment without never pour it out .
And this hatred is still growing

Così io odio
E' nel mio diritto
e mai ho confessato l'immensa voglia che ho di uccidere!

How could I be patient If I had time wasted and no one to blame and no one who's guilty.
And I feel them hurting me again but now I know I'm not undefended, anymore.
Nevermore.