Текст песни The Chairman - Vold Book

I cannot sing straight
It was not up to...

They put me in an electric chair to shut me up!
My skin boiled and my hair fell off
My ears burning still

That's why I have to say that it's
Over for me, my friends

Can't you see my face all scarred?
And opened up, everyone?

I don't have anything else to say about the pain
That you can take to the fakers, but they cannot
Relate, 'cause they're fakers