Doctor Butcher - The Chair lyrics

Face your dying day, final judgement is pa**ed today In your cell, cold sweats, no remorse no regrets For the crimes he'd commit, violent pa**ions reliving it Every breath that was heard was the victim's final word Another life just pa**ing 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 pa**ing 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