The Chair Lyrics - Singles - Doctor Butcher

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 

[Chorus:] 

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 

[Chorus] 

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