| Trapped in this prison awaiting my death
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| Condemned to die by draconian means
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| An eye for an eye is the rule of this land
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| But the victim in question did not die by my hand
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| A mockery of justice
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| Inequity
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| The murderer will live but I will die
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| Strapped to a chair unable to breathe
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| Other condemned have died before me
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| Constrained in the chair I saw fear in their eyes
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| The executioner smiled as he took their lives
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| Crushing their windpipes
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| Garroted
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| Throttled with iron they succumb to death
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| The Strangulation Chair
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| Constriction of the throat
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| No air for the lungs, no blood for the brain
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| A death I don’t deserve
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| Blameless of this crime
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| Only I know this is true
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| The Strangulation Chair
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| The spinal column breaks
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| Then my life will cease, my final release
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| A death I have not earned
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| But still have to face
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| They are the murderers now
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| My day has come now it’s my turn to die
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| Hands tied they lead me away
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| The executioner collars my neck
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| In terror I wait for my strangulation, my strangulation, my strangulation
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| Death
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| My mind slips to darkness
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| Unconscious forever
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| The crime they committed they will not know
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| The Strangulation Chair
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| Constriction of the throat
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| No air for the lungs, no blood for the brain
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| A death I don’t deserve
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| Blameless of this crime
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| Only I know this is true
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| The Strangulation Chair
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| The spinal column breaks
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| Then my life will cease, my final release
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| A death I have not earned
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| But still have to face
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| They are the murderers now |