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 for the victims you kept alive

Incision, precision, remove the limps
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 death row, staring at the walls
The 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 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, 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
Hang him high, no remorse for the crimes you've done
Hang him high, hang him high