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Hang Him HighAwaiting your sentenceLocked up in you hell Your crime will now be tested By the jusry representing death Bitterness inside you All you feel is hate Not for the vicious crime But for the victims you kept alive Incision, precision, remove the limps The pulse beats on, the body won't turn cold I stab, I drill, my intension's clear My hands they squeeze, but the bastard won't die Hang him high No remorse for the crimes you've done Hang him high Blood on your hands won't wash away Waiting on deathrow Staring at the walls This cell is closing up on me Memories I cannot defeat I stab, I drill, my intension's clear My hands they squeeze, but the bastard won't die Hang him high No remorse for the crimes you've done Hang him high Blood on your hands won't wash away A scarred and abused soul Tries to cope with life Hiding in your twisted game He was dead before he started to feel alive again Now justice will take it's toll Hang him high No remorse for the crimes you've done Hang him high Blood on your hands won't wash away |