I shot the prom queen I shot her dead A sick prologue Of the drama I provoked My execution A gentle torture To ease your pain As I cross the river Make me bleed Make it hard Torture me Justify the unjustified Execute Bring it on Silence me Justify what can't be justified Memoirs of a murderer What was I thinking? What are you thinking? Murder born of murder What was I thinking? What are you thinking? This is it Turn it on I must die Tie me up to the electric chair This is it Turn it on Watch me die Put some fire in my eyes What the hell do you think of when you turn on that switch When you watch the empty chair? I am walking my last mile back to hell where I belong With her blood still on my hands I will never bleed enough to satisfy your lust Your vengeful heart still hurts You can not k** me because the memory remains Because the silence leaves a scar. Look at you now Can you still sleep at night?