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7 марта 24, 03:40
Dmitry MetalLord
Лирика : Artillery : B.a.c.k. : Final Show
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8 февраля 10, 21:58
Why will you deny the fact, that you have never won
When you play the final act, your fate has just begun
Youre suffering from amnesia, forgotten what you did
But on the floor the corpses lie, a crime you did commit
1st degree murder, straight to the chair youll go
1st degree murder, itll be your final show
You must receive your punishment, as written by the law
Accepting what the jury said, you have to die you know
1st degree murder, straight to the chair youll go
1st degree murder, itll be your final show
Tonights the night youll wait no more, your final hours near
Behind the bars where you reside, reach out and touch the fear
You never notice time could run, as fast as it does now
Theres no excuse, no miracles, no where, no what, no how
The chair awaits you silently, have you got any final words?
A cigarette, a meal maybe? A ticket off this world
A minister will ask you to confess to all your sins
You ask him if hes got a lifetime, the devil in you wins
You went out to do your deed, the darkness in your mind
The voices deep within your head, commands you to do crime
Controlled by an unnamed source, from deep within yourself
Youre just a schizophrenic, so may you rot in hell
1st degree murder, straight to the chair youll go
1st degree murder, itll be your final show
The pardon that you hoped for, got stuck somewhere in time
So now youve gotta take whats coming, get punished for your crime
So down the hallway you will go, to ride the chair of light
The is your lead role, youre the one, lights, camera, action
When you play the final act, your fate has just begun
Youre suffering from amnesia, forgotten what you did
But on the floor the corpses lie, a crime you did commit
1st degree murder, straight to the chair youll go
1st degree murder, itll be your final show
You must receive your punishment, as written by the law
Accepting what the jury said, you have to die you know
1st degree murder, straight to the chair youll go
1st degree murder, itll be your final show
Tonights the night youll wait no more, your final hours near
Behind the bars where you reside, reach out and touch the fear
You never notice time could run, as fast as it does now
Theres no excuse, no miracles, no where, no what, no how
The chair awaits you silently, have you got any final words?
A cigarette, a meal maybe? A ticket off this world
A minister will ask you to confess to all your sins
You ask him if hes got a lifetime, the devil in you wins
You went out to do your deed, the darkness in your mind
The voices deep within your head, commands you to do crime
Controlled by an unnamed source, from deep within yourself
Youre just a schizophrenic, so may you rot in hell
1st degree murder, straight to the chair youll go
1st degree murder, itll be your final show
The pardon that you hoped for, got stuck somewhere in time
So now youve gotta take whats coming, get punished for your crime
So down the hallway you will go, to ride the chair of light
The is your lead role, youre the one, lights, camera, action
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