Last Wish Chair

(hmmmm) The iron frame is cold tonight

Shadows fall beneath the pale gray light They walk me down the

quiet hall No sound except the ticking on the wall (ahhhh)

I feel the static in my veins (ohhh)

No escape from the heavy iron chains

Locked inside this heavy wooden throne

Left to meet the final dark alone

Now flip the switch and let the current rise To burn away

the fear behind my eyes

The copper plate upon my brow

There is no turning back,

no exit now

The crowd behind the glass just stares

In the quiet hum of desperate prayers (nooooo)

(let it burn)

Locked inside this heavy wooden throne

Left to meet the final dark alone

Now flip the switch and let the current rise To burn away

the fear behind my eyes (hmmmm)