When they took you to that room,
And opened up the doors,
They strapped you down to the electric chair, and yet,
You begged for more.
Your silent screams are heard so loud
As they sit and watch you die.
Then suddenly, silence fills the room,
And your eyes roll to the sky.
You had been convicted,
Of a crime you did commit.
All you did was love someone,
But society comlpletely shunned it.
Even when you say it's love,
And have to pay the price,
They don't feel, so you don't feel.
So then, it can't be right.
You died that day, in that chair of pain,
Your eyes seemed full of rotten tears.
But you were the only one who had loved,
All throughout those cruel years.
So if love is a crime, strap me down,
And I'll pull you right beside me.
Becuase we are all victims in this cruel world,
Of love, the thing which guides me.
So when I die becauseof this,
This sin I can't commit,
I'll thank the Lord for everything,
Because this sin was so, so sweet.