Death Row

Sleeping at home in my warm bed A rude awakening, a gun at my head. Police officers grasp me and call out my name They have a dead body and i am to blame. } They think... Dragged to the station, placed under bright light. Answering all questions, during the night. Repeating the questions, my head get's all fuzzed. I have no alibi but answer I must. } Or it's a confession… I am not guilty. committed no crime. The judge holds a weapon, which sure is mine. My fingerprints are all over the knife. The jury pleads me guilty to pay with my life. } I didn't do it... Sitting on death row yeah I'm good as dead. Questions of death and life circle my head. In a round dark room stands the spark chair. Electricity runs through me and blows up my hair. My brains started boiling, my eyes wanna pop. My body is shaking and then my life stops. } So here it is now, my end. You can't can't reverse it, the end.