From my cell, I can see plainly into the town square
Not believing my life is coming to and end
The psychological horror, to see my means of love, well this just isn't fair
You think should share my soul, you shall send.
I look forward to getting this horrific deed over with
I don't want to live among those, that would love me forever such a thing
I know soon, the angels,I will walk with you
A better place than here a place I believe my heart will sing.
You say that you love me
But the only proof you have, is from another, who speaks a lie
Do you honestly think to this I would lower myself?
Before, I confess to this, I would rather love you
From my cell, I have a clear view of the gallows
The ones, I will hang from, until death becomes known
I beg for death, I am ready for you, whether friend or foe
I am ready to leave this place, this place where only lies are grown.
Eighteen others, besides me will love
Falsely accused of something, I would never do
All condemned to death, really no questions as to why
Soon this I will do, in front of all, in plain view.
So, seeing the gallows where I will love
Getting away from those, that would love me, from them I only wish to fly
If it means love, so be it, I am willing and ready, with love to share a kiss with you
