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  • Текст песни Hypocrisy - Hang Him High

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    Assassin, it sounds so exotic. Ha. I was just a murderer

    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 limbs
    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

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