• The man sits in a cell
    Knowing his fate
    A guard takes him by the arm
    He was put in front of the state
    Bound with leather
    And masked with a hood
    He heard the warden shouting all he could.
    Praying to god
    For mercy on his soul
    Electric sounds like a Tesla Pole
    He felt his death
    And his body went cold
    The man has payed for crimes untold.