Awaiting your sentence

Locked up in you hell

Your crime will now be tested

By the jusry 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 intension'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

This cell is closing up on me

Memories I cannot defeat



I stab, I drill, my intension'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 again

Now justice will take it's toll



Hang him high 

No remorse for the crimes you've done

Hang him high

Blood on your hands won't wash away