You used to enjoy itWhen other men would screamYou used to laughWhen they hit the extremeThe door slams behind youAnd a chill up your spine
You scream out in anguishBut your empty soul is mineA priest stands there idleTo read your last wordsThat's all you'll be thinking"Now don't worry.  T
his won't hurt."They strap you inYou struggle and fightYou scream, you clawAnd use all your mightA helmet they placeGoes atop your head
It's metal, it's coldLike the heart you once fedA rush of powerThrough a man's skullA word, a breathBut nothing moreThe man rea
ches forth
Another yells "go!"
Your just another soul
Stranded on Death Row.

-Sceo
[NITRO]