20 bullets in his head, you had no guilt now he's dead

You'll was it a year or maybe two

Hoping that all your worst dreams won't come true

You never thought about your wife and kids

You didn't care about what you did

You don't care if you live or die

No one is even going to cry

When you're sitting on death row

You're always thinking, when will I go?

Maybe a month or maybe a year

You'll never know, all you'll know is fear

You sit in a chair all strapped in

You're almost ready to pay for your sins

A few last words, maybe a smoke

When you killed him, you thought it was a joke

One thousand volts through your veins

You start to plead insanе, you start to hope

You start to cry, then you start to wonder why