• I stand here alone...
    Wondering what will become of me
    The sound of quiet, consumes.....
    I hear the guards now, whispering.. Laughing...
    I think to myself, is this how I'm gunna die?

    I wait for the phone...
    For a call that isn't coming...
    Footsteps leading, to me
    The guards prying my hands...
    And away they took me....

    They put black cloth over my face...
    Water on my head....
    pull the switch, and now I'm dead.