Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Chair, artist - Doctor Butcher. Album song Doctor Butcher, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 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 |