| It shows it’s scene without a choice
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| It’s looking eye is but a voice
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| Reflecting sights that cause a time
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| When helpless man begins to find
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| The changing force of sinful ways
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| The chilling thoughts of lonely days
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| Now I sit with shaved hair
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| My body’s strapped, I fear this chair
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| All right now… Fates a yell in times ever now
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| One lives his life in quest of hope
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| Seeing Speaking tells a tale
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| Of how to live to each his own
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| I scream, but ears have lost my sound
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| I cannot breathe, I’m gagged and bound
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| A crime of hate I have to bear… A fear of death
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| This electric chair
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| The twisting winds of death unfold
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| My body slumps… I’m damp and cold
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| Place my mind with nurtured needs
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| Upon the lawn of fertile seeds
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| Let me speak with lips sewn shut
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| Of things I’ve done in mortal state
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| I cannot scream so no one hears me
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| They dare not look they show their fears
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| My windows there the scenes the same
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| I’m not here they’ve lost my name |