The turn is here - The end is here
Last words are spoken - All of my crying
All for nothing - Blood of my sins
Awashed on victims - Shot in Darkness
Eleven Fifty Nine.. Fifty Nine
The eyes are staring - all uncaring
Reflecting my sins - of my undoing
Grins they widen - my pulse dissipates
Pull the lever
Watch me quake and die
Eleven Fifty Nine… Fifty Nine
Now it's so cold - the years have grown old
Trapped in nothing
Never to escape again
Too late for remorse - too late for sympathy
The lives I've stolen - are now lynching me
