Doctor Butcher The Chair Lyrics

The Chair Lyrics

Face your dying day, final judgement is passed today



In your cell, cold sweats, no remorse no regrets



For the crimes he'd commit, violent passions reliving it



Every breath that was heard was the victim's final word







Another life just passing by, what's on the mind when the convict fries







Trapped in your cell, but it's really a living hell



Final hour it begins, soul crawling under your skin



There's a priest at the door, who could ask for any more



Speaks your last - Last rights, now you're gone just like the light







There's nowhere for you to run



Living under the gun, praying to god







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Another life just passing by



What's on the mind when the convict fries ?



Such a lovely way to die







Christ comes to call, now's your time to take your fall



Start your walk to the chair, hell awaits - You soon be there



Never mind what you see, it's just an offering to thee



Tape your eyes - No sight, now your gone just like the light







There's nowhere for you to run



Living under the gun







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I reflect on the chairs of my past



How this one it will be the last



Father, son, holy ghost



Condemn me to hell, where I will roast



Church pew, school desk, waiting rooms, I confess



Complications that arise from attempted suicide



So I start a klling spree that led me to this destiny



Noone's left who really cares as I fry in the chair