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
