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

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN