Locked in the dark,
Dressed in fear,
Looks like Death,
Smells like a beer.

Chambers loaded,
Prisoners in cells.
Ready to die?
Do you hear the bells?

Fire out each one,
Into the man's chest.
Please smile when you do,
Give the man my best.

Chambers invented,
To hold them in.
Just to be released,
Into the wind.

Flying through the air,
Flying like they're free.
All a lie,
They follow straight line called destiny.

They will be nothing more,
Then killers in capture.
Kept inside the chambers,
Until comes the rapture.