| Song | Mental Shock |
| Artist | Municipal Waste |
| Album | The Art of Partying |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Municipal Waste | |
| It has been many years since I was thrown into the cell | |
| My sentence was electrocution when the gavel fell | |
| The clock is slowly getting closer to that final time | |
| Strapped into the chair and punished for false crimes | |
| My last meal is getting colder | |
| But I have no appetite | |
| I look down the hall at the impending doom | |
| That waits for me this very night | |
| My last rites are read by the pastor | |
| As if I had rights from the start | |
| I'm moments away before they strap me in | |
| And voltage will flow through my heart | |
| The warden straps me in | |
| Flashes me a twisted grin | |
| No last words for me to say | |
| I know my life will end | |
| For something that I never did | |
| Death is just a switch away | |
| A victim's family cheers | |
| A killer has been free for years | |
| I'm punished for another's crimes | |
| My time is finally up | |
| I guess i'm just a victim | |
| of the wrong place at the wrong time | |
| The Ripper runs wild through the streets | |
| While I sit here inside a cell | |
| A judicial system's deadly mistake | |
| A psychopath out free to kill | |
| Poor lawyers and poor evidence | |
| And witnesses appeared and lied | |
| These fools will take years to see their mistakes | |
| And I will be long gone and fried | |
| Mental Shock | |
| All appeals denied | |
| Mental Shock | |
| It's me they want to die | |
| Mental Shock | |
| Nothing lasts forever | |
| Mental Shock | |
| Until they pull the lever | |
| The current shoots through as I begin to convulse | |
| A fate that should be for somebody else | |
| Electrified brain shoots straight through the eyes | |
| And justice is served while innocence dies |
| zuo qu : Municipal Waste | |
| It has been many years since I was thrown into the cell | |
| My sentence was electrocution when the gavel fell | |
| The clock is slowly getting closer to that final time | |
| Strapped into the chair and punished for false crimes | |
| My last meal is getting colder | |
| But I have no appetite | |
| I look down the hall at the impending doom | |
| That waits for me this very night | |
| My last rites are read by the pastor | |
| As if I had rights from the start | |
| I' m moments away before they strap me in | |
| And voltage will flow through my heart | |
| The warden straps me in | |
| Flashes me a twisted grin | |
| No last words for me to say | |
| I know my life will end | |
| For something that I never did | |
| Death is just a switch away | |
| A victim' s family cheers | |
| A killer has been free for years | |
| I' m punished for another' s crimes | |
| My time is finally up | |
| I guess i' m just a victim | |
| of the wrong place at the wrong time | |
| The Ripper runs wild through the streets | |
| While I sit here inside a cell | |
| A judicial system' s deadly mistake | |
| A psychopath out free to kill | |
| Poor lawyers and poor evidence | |
| And witnesses appeared and lied | |
| These fools will take years to see their mistakes | |
| And I will be long gone and fried | |
| Mental Shock | |
| All appeals denied | |
| Mental Shock | |
| It' s me they want to die | |
| Mental Shock | |
| Nothing lasts forever | |
| Mental Shock | |
| Until they pull the lever | |
| The current shoots through as I begin to convulse | |
| A fate that should be for somebody else | |
| Electrified brain shoots straight through the eyes | |
| And justice is served while innocence dies |
| zuò qǔ : Municipal Waste | |
| It has been many years since I was thrown into the cell | |
| My sentence was electrocution when the gavel fell | |
| The clock is slowly getting closer to that final time | |
| Strapped into the chair and punished for false crimes | |
| My last meal is getting colder | |
| But I have no appetite | |
| I look down the hall at the impending doom | |
| That waits for me this very night | |
| My last rites are read by the pastor | |
| As if I had rights from the start | |
| I' m moments away before they strap me in | |
| And voltage will flow through my heart | |
| The warden straps me in | |
| Flashes me a twisted grin | |
| No last words for me to say | |
| I know my life will end | |
| For something that I never did | |
| Death is just a switch away | |
| A victim' s family cheers | |
| A killer has been free for years | |
| I' m punished for another' s crimes | |
| My time is finally up | |
| I guess i' m just a victim | |
| of the wrong place at the wrong time | |
| The Ripper runs wild through the streets | |
| While I sit here inside a cell | |
| A judicial system' s deadly mistake | |
| A psychopath out free to kill | |
| Poor lawyers and poor evidence | |
| And witnesses appeared and lied | |
| These fools will take years to see their mistakes | |
| And I will be long gone and fried | |
| Mental Shock | |
| All appeals denied | |
| Mental Shock | |
| It' s me they want to die | |
| Mental Shock | |
| Nothing lasts forever | |
| Mental Shock | |
| Until they pull the lever | |
| The current shoots through as I begin to convulse | |
| A fate that should be for somebody else | |
| Electrified brain shoots straight through the eyes | |
| And justice is served while innocence dies |