1000 Volts *Modern crucifiction*

I feel the sensation.
As the leather grapples down.
I can see the death squad.
As they present me a crown.
A wet sponge, under the helmet.
I hear those prays from my cellmate.
Locking those bolts.
Like a castles' and dungeons' gate.
Who would have ever thought.
That a misjudgment could choose my fate.
Pray to God, feel his presence.
Not knowing now, it's to late.

(Chorus)
A thousand volts.
Locked down bolts.
Mind disturbed,
By thoughts.
Of all sorts.
The end is here.

Querulous-apprehensive and distressed.
Who would have thought.
That this would end in a mess.
God, forgive these people.
They don't know I'm innocent.
My mother mourns,
Showing pure anger and lament.
Her friend.
Gives her a towl to lend.
To soak the blood of christ.
Who would have thought.
That this would be the end.

(Chorus)
A thousand volts.
Locked down bolts.
Mind disturbed,
By thoughts.
Of all sorts.
The end is here.