Face your dying day, final judgement is passed today
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In your cell, cold sweats, no remorse no regrets
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For the crimes he'd commit, violent passions reliving it
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Every breath that was heard was the victim's final word
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Another life just passing by, what's on the mind when the convict fries
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Trapped in your cell, but it's really a living hell
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Final hour it begins, soul crawling under your skin
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There's a priest at the door, who could ask for any more
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Speaks your last - Last rights, now you're gone just like the light
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There's nowhere for you to run
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Living under the gun, praying to god
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[Chorus:]
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Another life just passing by
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What's on the mind when the convict fries ?
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Such a lovely way to die
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Christ comes to call, now's your time to take your fall
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Start your walk to the chair, hell awaits - You soon be there
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Never mind what you see, it's just an offering to thee
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Tape your eyes - No sight, now your gone just like the light
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There's nowhere for you to run
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Living under the gun
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[Chorus]
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I reflect on the chairs of my past
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How this one it will be the last
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Father, son, holy ghost
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Condemn me to hell, where I will roast
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Church pew, school desk, waiting rooms, I confess
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Complications that arise from attempted suicide
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So I start a klling spree that led me to this destiny
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Noone's left who really cares as I fry in the chair
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The Chair
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