| Cursed was my existence
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| Branded eternal blame
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| But the law cannot condemn me fools
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| Cause I’m pleading insane
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| Ceased their bodies to exist
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| Severed the legs so they couldn’t run
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| I told the victim’s families
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| That I had f*cking fun
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| Welcome to death row
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| Got nowhere to run
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| You might take my life
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| But I don’t think that you’ve won
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| Tattoos litter my entire back
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| For every one of the thirteen
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| I fed off seeing their dying eyes
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| Before my knife slashed in between
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| With nothing left to fear
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| What’s the worst that they can do?
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| Take away my life
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| When death was decades overdue…
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| Now dig me my infernal bedroom
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| Wide and ten feet deep
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| The extra four is just in case
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| I cannot fall asleep
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| Gas chamber: I’m ready to die
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| Strapped down undefiantly
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| They said a musk is all I’ll feel
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| But cyanide is shredding through my lungs
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| They even skipped on my last meal
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| Asphyxiation soon consumes me
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| Replacing blood with gaseous death
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| Melting my organs inside out
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| A subtle gasp bring my last breath
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| Vapors of death seep through the vents
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| And my last thoughts are purely dissident
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| They called this method the «most humane»
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| But my eyes are melting below my brain
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| Whatever the hell was wrong with me?
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| I’ll never know for sure
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| No one knows why the blind can’t see
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| No one knows the cure
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| I bid you farewell
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| My time here is done…
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| Gas Chamber |