Then you go to your car.

You sit in the driver's seat.

You shut the door. 

You see that your gun

is in the glove compartment. 

You close your eyes. 

For a moment everything is silent. 

You look at yourself from within

and see who you really are;

A child, a killer, a prostitute. 

You listen to my voice. 

When I count to three

you will let go of everything

that made you a slave. 

And you will be free.