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Lyrics: Stuck in this place for fifteen years For voicing my opinion Turned in by my so called friend Working for the DDR Fixed in this wooden construct A bucket above my head As the water drips on my skin and I begin to shake Not giving in my psyche starting to fade I can’t take this anymore My eyes wide open and insane As my screams of mercy spread I tell them all I know Not hesitating once But my fate still would be Electrocution as the judge he said