I am waiting in this cell Thinking of killings I was supposed to have done See them build that wooden frame As I wait to die Morbid thoughts hang around my neck Sentenced to the gallows See them coming to take me
I climb the staircase into Hell Visions of the past sweep my brain (As) the lever is pulled, I love the pain See them build that wooden frame As I wait to die
Sentenced to the gallowsMorbid thoughts hang around my neck.
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