Artillery

Final Show

Artillery


Why will you deny the fact, that you have never won 
When you play the final act, your fate has just begun 

You're suffering from amnesia, forgotten what you did 
But on the floor the corpses lie, a crime you did commit 

1st degree murder, straight to the chair you'll go 
1st degree murder, it'll be your final show 

You must recieve your punishment, as written by the law 
Accepting what the jury said, you have to die you know 

1st degree murder, straight to the chair you'll go 
1st degree murder, it'll be your final show 

Tonight's the night you'll wait no more, your final hour's near 
Behind the bars where you reside, reach out and touch the fear 
You never notice time could run, as fast as it does now 
There's no excuse, no miracles, no where, no what, no how 

The chair awaits you silently, have you got any final words? 
A cigaret, a meal maybe? A ticket off this world 
A minister will ask you to confess to all your sins 
You ask him if he's got a lifetime, the devil in you wins 

You went out to do your deed, the darkness in your mind 
The voices deep within your head, commands you to do crime 

Controlled by an unnamed source, from deep within yourself 
You're just a schizophreniac, so may you rot in hell 

1st degree murder, straight to the chair you'll go 
1st degree murder, it'll be your final show 

The pardon that you hoped for, got stuck somewhere in time 
So now you've gotta take what's coming, get punished for your crime 
So down the hallway you will go, to ride the chair of light 
The is your lead role, you're the one, lights, camera, action