Current coursing through your body
It's time to die, you killed somebody
Thousands of volts, it takes a minute
The electric chair,your sitting in it
Your guts are cooked from the inside
Like a microwave, ten times the size
Your eyes come out ,the weakest link
Your mind it sizzles from the heat
Now your thought,you always think
as your skin, turns a pink
You did not do this crime at all
some one let you take the fall
It is to late, nothing to do
but hope this ends very soon for you
Your found guilty of taking a life
you need to hurry and seek contrite
Your heart it beats one last line
as the voltage seems to take it's time
Now you sit in your last throne
electrocuted to the bone
Your mother crying, for her son
the electric chair she has won
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
Current coursing through your body
It's time to die, you killed somebody
Thousands of volts, it takes a minute
The electric chair,your sitting in it
Your guts are cooked from the inside
Like a microwave, ten times the size
Your eyes come out ,the weakest link
Your mind it sizzles from the heat
Now your thought,you always think
as your skin, turns a pink
You did not do this crime at all
some one let you take the fall
It is to late, nothing to do
but hope this ends very soon for you
Your found guilty of taking a life
you need to hurry and seek contrite
Your heart it beats one last line
as the voltage seems to take it's time
Now you sit in your last throne
electrocuted to the bone
Your mother crying, for her son
the electric chair she has won
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