| At midnight, an hour from now… they’re gonna flick the switch
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| Down the hall, beyond the iron door… they’re gonna end my life
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| I will see you all in hell, isn’t that where we all must go?
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| I will not tell you what I did… it doesn’t matter now
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| I will tell, how weird it is, to know exactly when you’re gonna go
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| I am a killer… I’m gonna get what I deserve
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| I am a killer, they’re gonna fry my each and every nerve
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| It is not, the soul I sell, it’s not the pain from hell
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| It is not the feel of dying, of that I was never afraid
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| I will see you all in hell, isn’t that where we all must go?
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| Gazing at the iron door, while time is slipping away
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| What’s really driving me insane
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| Is what to do with my final hour
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| I am a killer… I’m gonna get what I deserve
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| I am a killer, they’re gonna fry my each and every nerve
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| I’ve got less than an hour to kill
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| I’m looking back at the life I’ve had to live
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| What a waste… what a mess…
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| I should have never been born…
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| I hear them, coming down the hall, I know they’re coming for me
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| I don’t need that silly priest, oh, just get on with the show
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| I am a killer… I’m gonna get what I deserve
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| I am a killer, they’re gonna fry my each and every nerve |