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I am waiting in my cold cell well the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cause at 5 O'clock they take me to the gallows pole
The Sands of time for me are running low

As the priest comes read me the last rights
I take a look through the bars as the last sights
of a world that has gone very wrong for me

Can it be there some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream?

Somebody tell me that I'm dreaming
Its not easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying?
After all I'm not afraid of dying
Don't ever believe there never be an end

As the Guards march me out to the court yard
Someone from a cell calls "God be with you"
If there's a God why has he let me die?

As I walk all my life drifts before me
All though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cause it's willing to fly away

Mark my words believe my soul lives on
Don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth

So when you know your time is close at hand
Maybe you will begin to understand
Life is just a strange illusion