i’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell
starts to chime, reflecting on my past life
and it doesn’t have much time cause at five o’clock they take me to the gallows pole. the sands of time for me ar running low (mother fuckers).
when the priest comes to read me my last rites i take a look at the last sights of a world gone wrong for me.
can it be there is some sort of error.
hard to stop the surmounting terror.
this is realy the end and not a crazy dream.
HALLOWED BE THY NAME
shallow be my grave