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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