The Electrocutioner

Time for all the followers of doom is drawing 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
She is the electrocutioner
She is the electrocutioner
She is the electrocutioner
She is the electrocutioner
She is the electrocutioner
She is the electrocutioner
She is the electrocutioner
She is the electrocutioner

Playing with my birds, I wonder how the world could be
A perfect place to sing 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

Where switches set you free, my friend
Where switches set you free