Album: The Art of Partying
It has been many years since I was thrown into the cell
My sentence was electrocution when the gavel fell
The clock is slowly getting closer to that final time
Strapped into the chair and punished for false crimes
My last meal is getting colder
But I have no appetite
I look down the hall at the impending doom
That waits for me this very night
My last rites are read by the pastor
As if I had rights from the start
I'm moments away before they strap me in
And voltage will flow through my heart
The warden straps me in
Flashes me a twisted grin
No last words for me to say
I know my life will end
For something that I never did
Death is just a switch away
A victim's family cheers
A killer has been free for years
I'm punished for another's crimes
My time is finally up
I guess I'm just a victim
of the wrong place at the wrong time
The Ripper runs wild through the streets
While I sit here inside a cell
A judicial system's deadly mistake
A psychopath out free to kill
Poor lawyers and poor evidence
And witnesses appeared and lied
These fools will take years to see their mistakes
And I will be long gone and fried