Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Chair , by - Doctor Butcher. Song from the album Doctor Butcher, in the genre МеталRelease date: 27.03.2006
Record label: Black Lotus
Song language: English
The Chair |
| Face your dying day, final judgement is passed today |
| In your cell, cold sweats, no remorse no regrets |
| For the crimes he’d commit, violent passions reliving it |
| Every breath that was heard was the victim’s final word |
| Another life just passing 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 |
| Another life just passing 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 |
| 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 |