Hang Him High
๐ต 1030 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:35 duration
๐ ID: 473736
๐ 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 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.
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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:27.65] Awaiting your sentence
[00:29.41] Locked up in your hell
[00:31.87] Your crime will now be tested
[00:34.22] By the jury representing Death
[00:36.66] Bitterness inside you
[00:39.28] All you feel is hate
[00:41.49] Not for the vicious crime
[00:43.87] But for the victims you kept alive
[00:47.10] Incision, precision,
[00:48.93] Remove the limps
[00:51.21] The pulse beats on,
[00:53.41] The body won't turn cold
[00:56.18] I stab, I drill,
[00:58.30] My intention's clear
[01:00.95] My hands they squeeze,
[01:03.15] But the bastard won't die
[01:06.36] Hang him high
[01:08.45] No remorse for the crimes you've done
[01:10.38] Hang him high
[01:12.83] Blood on your hands won't wash away
[01:53.72] Waiting on deathrow
[01:55.83] Staring at the walls
[01:58.28] The cell is closing up on me
[02:00.33] Memories I can't defeat
[02:02.90] I stab, I drill,
[02:05.52] My intention's clear
[02:07.93] My hands they squeeze,
[02:10.38] But the bastard won't die
[02:13.37] Hang him high
[02:15.35] No remorse for the crimes you've done
[02:17.19] Hang him high
[02:19.83] Blood on your hands won't wash away
[02:33.67] A scarred and abused soul tries to cope with life
[02:37.46] Hiding in your twisted game
[02:42.35] He was dead before he started to feel alive
[02:47.03] Now justice will take its toll
[03:33.65] Hang him high
[03:56.14] No remorse for the crimes you've done
[03:58.40] Hang him high
[04:01.26] Blood on your hands won't wash away.
[04:05.67]
[00:29.41] Locked up in your hell
[00:31.87] Your crime will now be tested
[00:34.22] By the jury representing Death
[00:36.66] Bitterness inside you
[00:39.28] All you feel is hate
[00:41.49] Not for the vicious crime
[00:43.87] But for the victims you kept alive
[00:47.10] Incision, precision,
[00:48.93] Remove the limps
[00:51.21] The pulse beats on,
[00:53.41] The body won't turn cold
[00:56.18] I stab, I drill,
[00:58.30] My intention's clear
[01:00.95] My hands they squeeze,
[01:03.15] But the bastard won't die
[01:06.36] Hang him high
[01:08.45] No remorse for the crimes you've done
[01:10.38] Hang him high
[01:12.83] Blood on your hands won't wash away
[01:53.72] Waiting on deathrow
[01:55.83] Staring at the walls
[01:58.28] The cell is closing up on me
[02:00.33] Memories I can't defeat
[02:02.90] I stab, I drill,
[02:05.52] My intention's clear
[02:07.93] My hands they squeeze,
[02:10.38] But the bastard won't die
[02:13.37] Hang him high
[02:15.35] No remorse for the crimes you've done
[02:17.19] Hang him high
[02:19.83] Blood on your hands won't wash away
[02:33.67] A scarred and abused soul tries to cope with life
[02:37.46] Hiding in your twisted game
[02:42.35] He was dead before he started to feel alive
[02:47.03] Now justice will take its toll
[03:33.65] Hang him high
[03:56.14] No remorse for the crimes you've done
[03:58.40] Hang him high
[04:01.26] Blood on your hands won't wash away.
[04:05.67]