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

Morbid thoughts hang around my neck

Sentenced to the gallows