• As I climb the hallowed stairs
    Time seems to stop
    It goes on forever
    The crowd is cheering
    What hipocrites
    They'd never
    Stop to think about it
    They call me a murderer
    Yet they cheer at my death
    Rotten pigs
    At last, I've reached the top
    The pinnacle of my death,
    And the executioner, whisky he swigs
    Probably to make it easier
    He can say 'I was drunk
    I didn't mean to kill'
    The rope is cold, rough
    It's a perfect fit around my neck
    The crowd is going to get a thrill
    The drums start beating
    In perfect synchronization
    With my still-alive heart
    The executioner places his hand on the lever
    But as he pulls
    I say something as I depart
    Which shocks this crowd
    I am thought to be mute, dumb,
    Unable to speak even a simple word
    But what I say is
    I am innocent
    And they heard
    They know
    But it's too late
    The executioner pulls the lever
    And the crowd suddenly hushes
    I hear a faint snap
    And it's all over...