The burning air seems so cold
Thinking back to the days of old
Wondering where I stripped and went wrong
Searching for myself, only gone
Sentenced to death, not much time
I sit in my cell awaiting each chime
All tied up in thoughts of my past
But now it�s too late, I�ll never last
No feelings � for what I left behind
No guilt � for the victims of my crimes
No conscious � just a burning deep inside
No pain � I�m here just to die
Thinking back to the days of old
Wondering where I stripped and went wrong
Searching for myself, only gone
Sentenced to death, not much time
I sit in my cell awaiting each chime
All tied up in thoughts of my past
But now it�s too late, I�ll never last
No feelings � for what I left behind
No guilt � for the victims of my crimes
No conscious � just a burning deep inside
No pain � I�m here just to die