I lie in wait here on the floor
Awaiting my demise.
I ask you what's a man to do
When his life he's lived of lies?
I lie in wait for execution
In acceptance of my punishment.
Ask me not what the morrow brings,
For me only death's swift wings.
I'm a man who's stolen many hearts,
A man who's killed a few.
A man who's not ashamed to die
For what he had to do.
A few slit throats,
A few maids raped,
if it's all long been done
in the name of fun
then who am I to complain?
