Lyrics:

I stare in the mirror My eyes refuse to blink Sympathy for me Hell I can't even think Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin' to rise I've heard it before, I know the truth from the lies Is it any wonder, heaven's racked with thunder and all of my dreams go under like the fallin' rain Execution Day Voices like locusts keep smothering me Twistin' and turnin' my senses like a cyclone at sea Don't touch me now Won't let you crucify me You ain't no damn jury You can't pass sentence on me Is it any wonder, heaven's racked with thunder and all of my dreams go under like the fallin' rain Execution Day Execution Day Execution Day Execution Day Whose blood on whose hand Where's the promsised they preached for this land Standin' with their bibles clutched in their hand Whose blood on whose hand Whose blood on whose hand [Instrumental bridge] Father my hand's are shakin' I see a light that's breakin' Show me a way to set my soul free I hope it rains on me Let it rain on me Execution Day Execution Day Execution Day Execution Day