Heading For Decapitation

You awake at dawn

As they drag you away

Through dungeons that reek

Of rot and decay

Your final road

To ruin and slump

You wonder how the Hell

You ended up in this dump

The headsman is ready

Got axes to grind

Your black hooded butcher

With your head on his mind

Heading for decapitation

Blinded by the sun

As you enter the square

An abhorrent stench

Is stinking up the air

From the screaming mass

Of incestous freaks

Blindly cheering on

The justice technique

Deafened by the noise

Of the hollering mob

As you're covered in their spit

Infectious dribble and gob

Heading for decapitation

Down on your knees

Head on the block

You squeal hail Mary

And the crowd they mock

Heading for decapitation