El Hefe Kingston - The Control Room

It was a beautiful day to take someone's life.
A room for guests, the bigwigs get the most beautiful places
Just a quick spot to take a drink at the cozy chairs.
How are the children?

Be quiet the show is about to start.
Gazing through the window, face to face with the monster
A beast that no longer deserves to live.

The priest gives him his last rites, whether he believes or not
while the belts are already tightened.
Any last words best man?
You don't have regrets and you didn't learn from your mistakes.

You mean nothing in our society, we have the right to take your life, you murdered and raped, you stole and you lied.
This time it's eye for an eye.

The auditorium is full, the show begins, you sit there alone
Your life is over, everything flashes through your mind, the executioner will do the dirty work.
Thank God we still have death penalty, it's unnecessary to think about reintegration
A push on the button or an injection is enough.

As everything is over, the room empties and life goes on
Nobody wonders and no one is asking questions
Is there no other way, is this really the last option?
Do we really want to be in control at any time?

El Hefe Kingston

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