Time for all the followers of doom
Is drawin near, 
Deceivin no one knowing nothing
But the bite of fear; 
Smilin as I throw the switch 
That takes away their breath, 
I see life as an interruption 
To the tune of death." 

She is the Electrocutioner
She is the Electrocutioner 

"Playin with my birds I wonder how the world could be 
A perfect place to sin about 
For anyone but me; 
I see the shimmer of the dewdrops 
As I drink my tea, 
And when the foolishness is over I am much more me; 
I wish that all the sufferin 
And all the misery 
Could be consumed inside my room 
Where switches set you free."