The Electrocutioner -

Time for all the followers of doom

Is drawin' near

Deceiving no one knowing nothing

But the bite of fear

Smiling 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 suffering

And all the misery

Could be consumed inside my room

Where switches set you free