standing here counting the days i can feel the chains getting tight i hear the prisoners screaming i could taste the dust in the air
i deserve to be punished standing here tied to this wall i see water dripping im leaning on this ice cold wall
i can hear mice squeaking as loud as a horn i heard the guards talking
they are coming i hear them they approached me put a sword to my neck then took me some where
then i see it the wheel they tied me up i started praying i wondered about my faith
is my time here the answer is yes then i asked my self is god calling my name
to the golden gates of heaven or is the devil himself calling me to the firey gates of hell
