Dark Lotus - 45 Minutes lyrics
[Dark Lotus - 45 Minutes lyrics]
Forty-five minutes (Blue is the sky)
He hung there alive for forty-five minutes
(Blue is the sky) when will he die?
The preacher gave his sermon
Town folks say "kill that vermin"
Trap door dropped open
The rope snapped tight
But still he up there squirmin'
Alive, hangin' in the heat
Hear him gaspin', kick his feet
Mortified people screamin' in fright
But the little kids think it’s sweet
Hey yo, the executioner, send him to Lucifer
I'll burn with the cross
Call me the crucifer
Slips down the neck tightly it strangles
The crowd grows, anticipation soars
Thirsty for death and they wanna see more
Cheers turn to groan, time lingers on
Sadistically watchin'
Kickin' dirt till he’s gone
Sweet Lord Jesus, please take his life
(Fifteen minutes) this endless torture
(He’s swinging and swinging)
No clouds above us, blue is the sky
(Thirty minutes) i know You see us
(He’s swinging and swinging)
When will this end? This horror show
(Forty-five minutes)
His feet are kickin', he’s swinging
Sun beats on his hood
The knot is tightened good
His arms are tied up behind his back
Shit, kill him, someone should
His neck is strechin' longer
The rope is that much stronger
His body sways in the gentle breeze
The sight is somethin' somber
His feet dangle and his throat gets tangled
With a rope that strangles every
Bit of breath that’s left
Outta his body until nothing’s left
And I gotta be honest, I feel it in my chest
I'm a witness with a sickness
Who loves to watch him hang from a distance
Victim swingin' until they’re all witless
Forty-five minutes, at least someone end this
What kept him alive? (Fifteen minutes)
For all those gruelling minutes
(He’s swingin and swingin)
The people did nothin' but stare
(, Blue is the sky) (Thirty minutes)
Fixated on his torture (I know you do)
(He’s swingin' and swingin')
(When will this end?) They had all
The time in the world (Forty-five minutes)
To wait for him to die (He’s swinging)
Fifteen less than a full whole
Sixty minutes of life
With silence of sight, will two wrongs
Combine together in an effort
To make things right?
Why the silence? The crowd soaked in violence
Everyone stands still like a
Bunch of stone giants
Lookin' down on him as he swings and sway
He will not die until the
Motherfuckers all go away
He swings, jerks a vulture nearby lurks
As he spins up on that rope
We wonder if it hurts
Hear him gasp for breath
His soul is fighting death
If he gives up and lets go
Show’s over, nothing’s left
Sweet Lord Jesus, please take his life
(Fifteen minutes) this endless torture
(He’s swinging and swinging)
No clouds above us, blue is the sky
(Thirty minutes) i know You see us
(He’s swinging and swinging)
When will this end? This horror show
(Forty-five minutes)
His feet are kickin', he’s swinging
Sweet Lord Jesus, please take his life
(Fifteen minutes) this endless torture
(Torture, He’s swinging and swinging)
No clouds above us, blue is the sky
(Thirty minutes) i know You see us
(See us, He’s swinging and swinging)
When will this end? This horror show
(Forty-five minutes)
His feet are kickin', he’s swinging
He hung there alive for forty-five minutes
(Blue is the sky) when will he die?
The preacher gave his sermon
Town folks say "kill that vermin"
Trap door dropped open
The rope snapped tight
But still he up there squirmin'
Alive, hangin' in the heat
Hear him gaspin', kick his feet
Mortified people screamin' in fright
But the little kids think it’s sweet
Hey yo, the executioner, send him to Lucifer
I'll burn with the cross
Call me the crucifer
Slips down the neck tightly it strangles
The crowd grows, anticipation soars
Thirsty for death and they wanna see more
Cheers turn to groan, time lingers on
Sadistically watchin'
Kickin' dirt till he’s gone
Sweet Lord Jesus, please take his life
(Fifteen minutes) this endless torture
(He’s swinging and swinging)
No clouds above us, blue is the sky
(Thirty minutes) i know You see us
(He’s swinging and swinging)
When will this end? This horror show
(Forty-five minutes)
His feet are kickin', he’s swinging
Sun beats on his hood
The knot is tightened good
His arms are tied up behind his back
Shit, kill him, someone should
His neck is strechin' longer
The rope is that much stronger
His body sways in the gentle breeze
The sight is somethin' somber
His feet dangle and his throat gets tangled
With a rope that strangles every
Bit of breath that’s left
Outta his body until nothing’s left
And I gotta be honest, I feel it in my chest
I'm a witness with a sickness
Who loves to watch him hang from a distance
Victim swingin' until they’re all witless
Forty-five minutes, at least someone end this
What kept him alive? (Fifteen minutes)
For all those gruelling minutes
(He’s swingin and swingin)
The people did nothin' but stare
(, Blue is the sky) (Thirty minutes)
Fixated on his torture (I know you do)
(He’s swingin' and swingin')
(When will this end?) They had all
The time in the world (Forty-five minutes)
To wait for him to die (He’s swinging)
Fifteen less than a full whole
Sixty minutes of life
With silence of sight, will two wrongs
Combine together in an effort
To make things right?
Why the silence? The crowd soaked in violence
Everyone stands still like a
Bunch of stone giants
Lookin' down on him as he swings and sway
He will not die until the
Motherfuckers all go away
He swings, jerks a vulture nearby lurks
As he spins up on that rope
We wonder if it hurts
Hear him gasp for breath
His soul is fighting death
If he gives up and lets go
Show’s over, nothing’s left
Sweet Lord Jesus, please take his life
(Fifteen minutes) this endless torture
(He’s swinging and swinging)
No clouds above us, blue is the sky
(Thirty minutes) i know You see us
(He’s swinging and swinging)
When will this end? This horror show
(Forty-five minutes)
His feet are kickin', he’s swinging
Sweet Lord Jesus, please take his life
(Fifteen minutes) this endless torture
(Torture, He’s swinging and swinging)
No clouds above us, blue is the sky
(Thirty minutes) i know You see us
(See us, He’s swinging and swinging)
When will this end? This horror show
(Forty-five minutes)
His feet are kickin', he’s swinging