Hypocrisy - Hang Him High - GTP табы

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 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 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 

Waiting on deathrow
 Staring at the walls
 The cell is closing up on me
 Memories I can't 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 

A scarred and abused soul
 Tries to cope with life
 Hiding in your twisted game
 He was dead before he started to feel alive
 Now justice will take its toll 

Hang him high
 No remorse for the crimes you've done
 Hang him high
 Blood on your hands won't wash away