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Hang Him High - Hypocrisy
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Hang Him High Hypocrisy

Hang Him High - Hypocrisy
[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Waiting on deathrow
Staring at the walls
Cell is closing up on me
Memories I cannot defeat
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