Hypocrisy - Hang Him High lyrics
[Hypocrisy - Hang Him High lyrics]
Awaiting your sentence
Locked up in your hell
Your crime will now be tested
By the jury representing death
Bitterness inside you all you feel is hate
Not for the vicious crime
But the victims that you kept alive
Incision, precision, remove the limbs
The pulse beats on
But the body won't turn cold
I stab, I drill, my intention'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
Hang him high
No remorse for the crimes you've done
Hang him high
Waiting on deathrow staring at the walls
Cell is closing up on me
Memories I cannot defeat
I stab, I drill, my intention'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
Hang him high
No remorse for the crimes you've done
Hang him high
A scarred, abused soul, try to cope with life
Hiding in your twisted game
He was dead before he started to feel alive
Now justice will take it's toll
Take it's toll go!
Hang him high
No remorse for the crimes you've done
Hang him high
Blood on your hands won't wash away
Hang him high
No remorse for the crimes you've done
Hang him high hang him high!
Locked up in your hell
Your crime will now be tested
By the jury representing death
Bitterness inside you all you feel is hate
Not for the vicious crime
But the victims that you kept alive
Incision, precision, remove the limbs
The pulse beats on
But the body won't turn cold
I stab, I drill, my intention'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
Hang him high
No remorse for the crimes you've done
Hang him high
Waiting on deathrow staring at the walls
Cell is closing up on me
Memories I cannot defeat
I stab, I drill, my intention'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
Hang him high
No remorse for the crimes you've done
Hang him high
A scarred, abused soul, try to cope with life
Hiding in your twisted game
He was dead before he started to feel alive
Now justice will take it's toll
Take it's toll go!
Hang him high
No remorse for the crimes you've done
Hang him high
Blood on your hands won't wash away
Hang him high
No remorse for the crimes you've done
Hang him high hang him high!