| It has been many years since I was thrown into the cell
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| My sentence was electrocution when the gavel fell
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| The clock is slowly getting closer to that final time
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| Strapped into the chair and punished for false crimes
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| My last meal is getting colder
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| But I have no appetite
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| I look down the hall at the impending doom
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| That waits for me this very night
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| My last rites are read by the pastor
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| As if I had rights from the start
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| I’m moments away before they strap me in
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| And voltage will flow through my heart
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| The warden straps me in
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| Flashes me a twisted grin
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| No last words for me to say
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| I know my life will end
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| For something that I never did
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| Death is just a switch away
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| A victim’s family cheers
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| A killer has been free for years
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| I’m punished for another’s crimes
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| My time is finally up
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| I guess i’m just a victim
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| Of the wrong place at the wrong time
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| The Ripper runs wild through the streets
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| While I sit here inside a cell
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| A judicial system’s deadly mistake
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| A psychopath out free to kill
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| Poor lawyers and poor evidence
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| And witnesses appeared and lied
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| These fools will take years to see their mistakes
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| And I will be long gone and fried
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| Mental Shock
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| All appeals denied
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| Mental Shock
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| It’s me they want to die
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| Mental Shock
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| Nothing lasts forever
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| Mental Shock
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| Until they pull the lever
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| The current shoots through as I begin to convulse
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| A fate that should be for somebody else
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| Electrified brain shoots straight through the eyes
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| And justice is served while innocence dies |