"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."