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