On Death Row (To An End)

The Guilletine closes like a sliding door

Hold your breath

The Guilletine cuts the cold curtain temple skin

Of life and death

Messiah

Your name above all else

Messiah

Fill our empty shells

We wear the wounds of sin

Oh how they suit us well

We’re marked with nails of fear

Can you hear hells bells?

The angels were as silent as a newborn

Listen a while

The angels watch the son hanging on wood

Death over life

“Messiah

Come down if you are

Messiah

Creator of the sun and the stars”

I heard my own voice scream

No [SCREAMING] No it’s not mine

It can’t be mine, I’m no thief

The truth I do decline

Clearly I can see the Guilletine overhead

Hold your breath

20 years on death row now, everyday

A little closer

To the end

To the edge

To the end