I am waiting in this cell

Thinking of killings I was supposed to have done



See them build that wooden frame

As I wait to die

Morbid thoughts hang around my neck

Sentenced to the gallows



See them coming to take me

I climb the staircase into Hell



Visions of the past sweep my brain

(As) the lever is pulled, I love the pain



See them build that wooden frame

As I wait to die

Morbid thoughts hang around my neck

Sentenced to the gallows