Cannibal Corpse - The Strangulation Chair

THE STRANGULATION CHAIR Alex Webster Trapped in this prison awaiting my death Condemned to die by draconian means An eye for an eye is the rule of this land But the victim in question did not die by my Hand A mockery of justice Inequity The murderer will live but I will die Strapped to a chair unable to breathe Other condemned have died before me Constrained in the chair I saw fear in their eyes The executioner smiled as he took their Lives Crushing their windpipes Garroted Throttled with iron they succumb to death The Strangulation Chair Constriction of the throat No air for the lungs, no blood for the brain A death I don't deserve Blameless of this crime Only I know this is true The Strangulation Chair The spinal column breaks Then my life will cease my final release A death I have not earned But still have to face They are the murderers now My day has come now it's my turn to die Hands tied they lead me away The executioner collars my neck In terror I wait for my strangulation My strangulation, my strangulation Death My mind slips to darkness Unconscious forever The crime they committed they will not know The Strangulation Chair Constriction of the throat No air for the lungs, no blood for the brain A death I don't deserve Blameless of this crime Only I know this is true The Strangulation Chair The spinal column breaks Then my life will cease, my final release A death I have not earned But still have to face They are the murderers now