Taken from the park on the night her mother cried
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Masked by the shadows of darkness that belied
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Grasped from the clutches of those who did no wrong
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Taken by force violence setting the course - she was gone
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Blood's on his hands and the public demands
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The sentence of death he must face
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Clearly a reason to deny it is treason
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To spare his life's a disgrace
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To the gallows
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To the chair
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Lethal injection
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I simply don't care
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Found in a pool of blood a young boy stares
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Torn from a world of reason he finds despair
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Filled with a void his father cannot drain
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Life's so unkind now he's locked in his mind with his pain
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His innocence lost to reality's cost
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To fight it is pure genocide
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With poison and rope now his death is our hope
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The solution is nothing to hide
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To the gallows
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To the chair
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Lethal injection
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I simply don't care
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Filled with a void his father cannot drain
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Locked away from the world he feels no pain
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Blood's on your hands and the public demands
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The sentence of death he must face
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Clearly a reason to deny it is treason
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To spare his life's a disgrace
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To the gallows
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To the chair
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Lethal injection
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I simply don't care
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Lethal Injection
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| Aska |
