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
The lever is pulled, I love the pain
See them build that wooden frame
As I wait to die
Morbid thoughts hang around my neck
Sentenced to the gallows

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