I am waiting in this cell   Thinking of killings   I was supposed to have done      See them build that wooden frame   As I wait to die   Morbid thoughts hang around my neck   Sentenced to the gallows      See them coming to take me   I climb the staircase into hell   Visions of the past sweep my brain   (As)   The lever is pulled, I love the pain      See them build that wooden frame   As I wait to die   Morbid thoughts hang around my neck   Sentenced to the gallows