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