Artillery - Final Show

Why will you deny the fact, that you have never won
When you play the final act – your fate has just begun

You're suffering from amnesia, forgotten what you did
But on the floor the corpses lie – a crime you did commit

1st degree – murder – straight to the chair you'll go
1st degree – murder – it'll be your final show

You must receive your punishment, as written by the law
Acceptin' what the jury said – you have to die you know

Tonight's the night you'll wait nomore, your final hours near
Behind the bars where you reside, reach out and touch the fear
You never noticed time could run, as fast as it does now
There's no excuse, no miracles, no where, no what, no how
The chair wawits your silently, have you got any final words
A cigaret, a meal maybe? a ticket off this world
A minister will ask you to confess, to all your sins
You ask him if he's got a lifetime, the devil in your wins

You went out to do your deed, the darkness in your mind
The voices deep within your head, commands you to the crime

Controlled by an unnamed source, from deep within yourself
You're just a schizophreniac, so may you rot in hell

The pardon that you hoped for, got stucked somewhere in time
So now you've gotta take what's comin', get punished for your crime
So down the hallway you will go, to ride the chair of light
This is your leadrole, you're the one, lights, camera, action.