Текст песни
Upon the lawn of fertile seeds, now i sit with shaved hair
Of how to live to each his own, i cannot breathe
I m not here they ve lost my name, when helpless man begins to find, the changing force of sinful ways
I m not here they ve lost my name, the twisting winds of death unfold
My windows there the scenes the same, i fear this chair Bang, it s looking eye is but a voice
One lives his life in quest of hope, one lives his life in quest of hope
Seeing speaking tells a tale, seeing speaking tells a tale
I cannot scream so no one hears me, i m not here they ve lost my name, i fear this chair
i m gagged and bound
of things i ve done in mortal state
i m gagged and bound
I fear this chair, my body slumps i m damp and cold
I fear this chair, when helpless man begins to find My, now i sit with shaved hair
When helpless man begins to find, when helpless man begins to find Window, upon the lawn of fertile seeds
Reflecting sights that cause a time, now i sit with shaved hair, this electric chair
One lives his life in quest of hope, the chilling thoughts of lonely days
My body s strapped, i m gagged and bound
i fear this chair
i cannot breathe
They dare not look they show their fears, when helpless man begins to find My, upon the lawn of fertile seeds
upon the lawn of fertile seeds
now i sit with shaved hair
A crime of hate i have to bear a fear of death, place my mind with nurtured needs My, let me speak with lips sewn shut
Seeing speaking tells a tale, my body s strapped My, a crime of hate i have to bear a fear of death
My body slumps i m damp and cold, i fear this chair
now i sit with shaved hair
the twisting winds of death unfold
the twisting winds of death unfold
My body s strapped, the twisting winds of death unfold Bang, of things i ve done in mortal state
It shows it s scene without a choice, let me speak with lips sewn shut
All right now fates a yell in times ever now, my windows there the scenes the same, i m gagged and bound
The chilling thoughts of lonely days, of things i ve done in mortal state, the changing force of sinful ways
Now i sit with shaved hair, i cannot scream so no one hears me
Upon the lawn of fertile seeds, i cannot breathe
i cannot breathe
a crime of hate i have to bear a fear of death