| As the new day begins and her eyes have been burnt by the sun
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| there’s a gathering watching her burn for what she has done
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| there is anger in their mouth for people to cry out its name
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| she’s demonic diabolic can you not see her in her flames
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| save yourself the preacher said
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| come to meet your maker
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| see the reaper have his way
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| now that your soul has been cast in the deepest of hell
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| they have burnt you, hung you and drowned you
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| I’d rather find a better way to go there are many ways to die so this one is for you
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| I hope I find a better way to die
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| they’re preparing the noose he’s the killer, believer of pain
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| for the justice he must hang until his last breath will fade
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| is that a smile that I see or the twitching of pain on his face?
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| as he’s swinging and hanging the crowd walks away with relief
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| you’re immersed deep in water your feet have been tied you’ve been anchored to drown
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| only memories have surfaced reminding of what has been done
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| with this death you’ve been cleansed of the blood that you’ve spilt mercilessly
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| your repayment by your kind is what you deserve honestly |