Waiting strapped down in a chair
The burning kiss of death
The Priest comes with his holy book
He wants you to repent
With no remorse you spit his face
A wicked grin reveals
The guard now pulls the lever and
Electric death is near
Like a bolt from the sky
2k volts to fry
Melting your brain
Frying in pain
Cold metal now feels burning hot
Your body starts to shake
Lightning making you feel hot
Your soul will soon escape
The torture will it never end
When only moments pass
T
he scent of burning fills the air
A hint of smile remains
Like a bolt from the sky
2k volts to fry
Melting your brain
Frying in pain
Like a bolt from the sky
2k volts to fry
Melting your brain
Frying
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