[?7hú  Death Row  ú
ú  Buzzers going off, alarms sounding,  
úú  All you hear is noise,  and the sou
nd of people pounding.  úú  Cu
ffs on the hands, shackles on the feet,  úú  
The pigs have caught you this time,  your going down i
n defeat.  úú  Nowhere to run,
  nowhere to hide,  úú  Your c
ell opens up and you are tossed inside.  úú  
The cell is so dark, so small, so cold,  
úú  You have no one to talk to, to love or
 to hold.  úú  Your head star
ts to pound, your blood starts to flow,  úú  
You know where you are, you are on Death Row. 
 úú  Lit By Hammer [Nit
ro]  ú