Is this all that you have left
As you take these ancient steps
First the right and then the left
Counting off in you head

There's a vibration in the sound
As your feet sink into the ground
Still fighting round after round
Soon to be down for the count

Dead Man Walking

The mumbling of the local priest
The buckling of the wobbly knees
Finding it way to hard to breath
As your wants give way to your needs

Passing those the same as you
Laughing at what you're going through
One day they'll go through it too
On that day they'll be ridiculed

Dead Man Walking

As your strapped into the chair
Far off laughter from somewhere
Though it is drawing ever near
As your strapped into the chair

Warden throws the send off switch
Your entire body starts to twitch
Hands tighten into an angry fist
From the burn of Satan's kiss

*Dead Man Walking