The Chair

The Chair - Doctor Butcher
Face your dying day,
final judgement is passed today
In your cell, cold sweats,
no remorse no regrets
For the crimes he'd commit,
violent passions reliving it
Every breath that was heard
was the victim's final word
Another life just passing by,
what's on the mind
when the convict fries
Trapped in your cell,
but it's really a living hell
Final hour it begins,
soul crawling under your skin
There's a priest at the door,
who could ask for any more
Speaks your last Last rights,
now you're gone just like the light
There's nowhere for you to run
Living under the gun,
praying to god
Another life just passing by
What's on the mind
when the convict fries ?
Such a lovely way to die
Christ comes to call,
now's your time to take your fall
Start your walk to the chair,
hell awaits You soon be there
Never mind what you see,
it's just an offering to thee
Tape your eyes No sight,
now your gone just like the light
There's nowhere for you to run
Living under the gun
Another life just passing by
What's on the mind
when the convict fries?
Such a lovely way to die
I reflect on the chairs of my past
How this one it will be the last
Father, son, holy ghost
Condemn me to hell,
where I will roast
Church pew, school desk,
waiting rooms, I confess
Complications that arise
from attempted suicide
So I start a klling spree that led me
to this destiny
Noone's left who really
cares as I fry in the chair