The « Almost-Dead » comes out of his cell He reads the last chapters of his life. He thinks ‘bout what he has done In his remaining time.
Three posts are in front of him, Three men they will shoot: He only prays the Lord to let the Whole story reboot.
It was a day like all the others, A day in a life of a man. They put a gun in his hand and then He killed his only friend.
They found him, they beat him up, They threw him in a cell: You haven’t to be very clever to understand That it was hell.
It’s time for execution baby, it’s time.
The “Almost-Dead” is now dead, He lies on a blood-red floor. They take him out of what will be His last door.
As they take him out, They let another one in. The murder will be done by the same old way The Dead rests in… (peace?) It’s time for your execution baby, it’s time.