Texty: Obituary. Boiling Point (212'' Sporadic Mix).

Face the chair

I have come for you
Since I was to die
Boil to unknown sights
Make believe broken dreams
Broken dreams

Boiling point

What no shame
Broken dreams
What no shame

Point of no return
Fears and dreams disguise
Lifes noose
Can I
Face the chair (electric chair I assume)
Face the chair

Face the chair
Boiling point

What no shame
Face the chair

Boiling point
What no shame
Broken dreams

Falling to darkness
Where the sky turns red
Turns into stark features
Letting you wish you would live
You wish you would live

Boiling point
What no shame

Face the chair

I have come for you