The burning air seems so cold
Thinking back to the days of old
Wondering where I stripped and went wrong
Searching for myself, only gone
Sentenced to death, not much time
I sit in my cell awaiting each chime
All tied up in thoughts of my past
But now it's too late, I'll never last
No feelings - for what I left behind
No guilt - for the victims of my crimes
No conscious - just a burning deep inside
No pain - I'm here just to die