Calling My Name

"The street is my world."
 "What do you wanna call me a murderer for? I never killed anyone!"
 "I don't... uh... I don't pretend to go uptown and be anything fancy. I can, but I find more real in the world that I'm in then I do the tensile. And the real world is the one I have to deal with everyday, y'know? Umm... Believe me. If I started murdering people, there'd be none of ya left."
 Rain's falling down from blackened clouds
 Blazing storm of chill
 The sky is torn from lightning and from rage
 There's no shelter from the wrath
 God-forsaken force
 I'm standing drenched and soaked in ice so cold
 Can it be
 It's my fate,
 all this blazing hate?
 See as I fall
 So deep into the sky
 The spirits are calling my name
 They beg me to free them someday
 I will be sane
 Snow's falling down from clouds above
 Tearing down the sky
 I must release the spirits now
 Raging hate
 is my fate,
 is it all too late?
 "Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me! Maybe I should've killed... 4 or 5 hundred people, then I would've felt better. Then I would've felt like I've really offered society something. You've got it stuck in your brain that I murdered somebody. What do you wanna call me a murderer for? I never killed anyone!"
 See my scarred body and mind
 as I'm laughing at the sky
 See as I fall
 into the sky
 Lightning is burning my soul
 See as I'm thrown
 into the deep blue sky
 No spirits are calling my name
 I'm begging to be freed from pain
 I am no more