The Chair Lyrics
The song The Chair is performed by Doctor Butcher .
Send The Chair Ringtone to your Cell
Face your dying day, final judgement is pa*sed today
In your cell, cold sweats, no remorse no regrets
For the crimes he'd commit, violent pa*sions reliving it
Every breath that was heard was the victim's final word
Another life just pa*sing 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 pa*sing 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