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Sitting inside my cage,
death comes with young age.
Cavalry comes with wings,
hoping you did the right things.
 
The way isn't important,
just make it fast.
On the chair thinking
how the time has past.
 
Bad ones are getting down,
they stole innocent souls
and made it own.
By the work of an judge
of death and living.
Stop killing,
start dying.
 
Abused holy rules,
prepared to the concequences.
Waiting for my suffer to end,
the excecutioner Hank,
turns the switch of death,
and it all turns blank.