The day has come, for another one,
To be sent across to the other side
And I am called, to do my part
To pull the lever, to end the ride
His eyes meet mine, as he is brought
Onto the pole of final redemption
And I am answering, through that glance
Those last doubts, that closing question
He is asked, to say his prayers,
Before the veil covers his face
And I am forced, to listen again
To an unknown God, he makes his case
They place the noose, around his neck,
As he says sorry for a life of crime
And I get ready, to clasp my hands
Another blood, on these hands of mine
They give the signal, to move the lever,
He moves a little a few more times
And I close my eyes, as those muscles flex
Some unfinished words, many unheard lines
His soul departs, and crosses mine
His last breath mingles with my sigh
And I am left, confused as ever,
The purpose of my life, is to make sure they die
Is there a retribution, for what I do?
Is there a place for me up there?
As I am still, struggling to find,
In this world of sin, my sinful share
