Deathrow

Erased by society

Your life gets shorter as you cry

Every breath you take

One more closer to your last sigh

Pills for pain

the sedation kills the feeling

Blues and reds

final hour you’re still dealing

Dragging our nightsticks we leave them to die

Monday morning another one to fry

To play this game of life and death

Prepare yourself for your final breath

Mr Executioner

Please tell me your name

I want you to know

It’s the D.A. who is to blame

Dragging our nightsticks we leave them to die

Monday morning - another one to fry

To play this game of life and death

Prepare yourself for your final breath

Demons and angels in the electric fields passing by

Fighting for your soul as your brain starts to fry

No remorse for the crimes you’ve committed in life

Satan’s laughing as you’re forced to kneel despite the strife

No redemption as the darkness controls your very soul

The final judgement, a slave in hell is your eternal role

They thought they punished you when they put you in the chair

You faced the fire but now your veins are filled with fear