As the dawn brings light into my cell
I understand it finally
This day will be the last one that I see
I have no one to deliver me
No saint or demon to take me
Vultures waiting that I stop to breath
Nothing more in this world to be done
It is time to let go
Killing ground - the clock is ticking and my time is near
Killing ground - my palms are sweating out of total fear
Killing ground - strap me in the chair and start to count
Killing ground - and I am gone without a sound
I feel the gaze of hate like stabbing blades
Inpatient crowd that yearns revenge
But I've lost my interest in the world
