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