...desperation, regret and the wish for a second chance play on his mind

during his transportation to a high security prison far out in the desert...



They close the door, they start the bus

I hope it's not the last trip that I have to go

A driving cage that carries me

To the place you cannot flee

Am I a dead passenger?

So here I go, the sun is rising

There's nothing that's surprising me on my last trip

Cause this is a real nice day for

A deadly trip to the insane corps

The madmen await me!



DESERT TRIP



It's more than dubious what they do

And more than mad what I'm going through

In their eyes justified, the sun still shines

I count the lines

I count the days, left in haze, a desert's in my head

So it's right, okay, I have to pay, cause what I did

Was more than shit, I regret all the pain I caused

And if I could undo my goddamn deed

I would give you everything you need

Give me a chance and not a kick!



DESERT TRIP