I'm losing hair
As I'm losing air
For what isn't fair
In your electric chair
You strapped me in
And kept me waiting
Your craft of sin
Got me hating
The pain on the other end of the line
The pain that tortured away my time
You're an executioner
With the flesh of Lucifer
And the keen nose of a hellhound
So you can bury me in the ground
And return as you like
To shock me back to life
I feel your electric pain
In a lightning rain
I am reborn
And you're sitting there
I begin to mourn
The fact that you don't care
My death is repeated
After I am defeated
I feel the pain
And need to gain
Someone to share it with
Instead of your electric chair grip
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC
I'm losing hair
As I'm losing air
For what isn't fair
In your electric chair
You strapped me in
And kept me waiting
Your craft of sin
Got me hating
The pain on the other end of the line
The pain that tortured away my time
You're an executioner
With the flesh of Lucifer
And the keen nose of a hellhound
So you can bury me in the ground
And return as you like
To shock me back to life
I feel your electric pain
In a lightning rain
I am reborn
And you're sitting there
I begin to mourn
The fact that you don't care
My death is repeated
After I am defeated
I feel the pain
And need to gain
Someone to share it with
Instead of your electric chair grip
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