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The burning air seems so cold
Thinking back to the days of old
Wondering where I tripped 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 coz I'll never last
No feelings for what I left behind
No guilt for the victims of my crimes
No conscience, just a burning deep inside
No pain, I'm here just to die
The burning air seems so cold
Thinking back to the days of old
Wondering where I tripped 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 conscience, just a burning deep inside
No pain, I'm here just to die
Die! Die! Die!
Die! Die! Die!
Die!
Written by: James Eaton, Lawrence Susi, Louis Ross Di Belta, Richard Kennon
