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
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