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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus] 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