I am waiting in this cell
Thinking of killings i was supposed to have done
See them build that wooden frame
As i wait to die
Morbid thoughts hang around my neck
Sentenced to the gallows
See them coming to take me
I climb the staircase into Hell
Visions of the past sweep my brain
As the lever is pulled, i love the pain
See them build that wooden frame
As i wait to die
Morbid thoughts hang around my neck
Sentenced to the gallows