Time for all the followers of doom
Is drawin near,
Deceivin no one knowing nothing
But the bite of fear;
Smilin as I throw the switch
That takes away their breath,
I see life as an interruption
To the tune of death."
She is the Electrocutioner
She is the Electrocutioner
"Playin with my birds I wonder how the world could be
A perfect place to sin about
For anyone but me;
I see the shimmer of the dewdrops
As I drink my tea,
And when the foolishness is over I am much more me;
I wish that all the sufferin
And all the misery
Could be consumed inside my room
Where switches set you free."