Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 45 Minutes, artist - Dark Lotus. Album song The Mud, Water, Air and Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
45 Minutes |
| 45 minutes |
| He hung there alive |
| For 45 minutes |
| And then he died |
| The preacher gave his sermon |
| Told folks to kill that vermin |
| Trap door dropped open, the rope snapped tight |
| But still he up there squirmin' |
| Alive, hangin' in the heat |
| Hear him gaspin', kick his feet |
| Mortified people screamin' in fright |
| But the little kids think it’s sweet |
| Hey yo, the executioner, send em to Lucifer |
| Appear with the cross, call me the crucifer |
| Trip the damn door, body parts kickin' |
| And dangles, the strand around the neck as he, he strangles |
| The crowd grows, anticipation soars |
| Thirsty for death and they wanna see more |
| Cheers to their throne, time lingers on |
| Sadistically watchin', kickin' dirt till he’s gone |
| Sweet Lord Jesus, please take his life |
| (15 minutes) |
| This endless torture |
| (He's swingin' and swingin') |
| Dark clouds above us (Blue is the sky) |
| (30 minutes) |
| I know you see us |
| (He's swingin' and swingin') |
| When will this end? |
| (This horror show) |
| (45 minutes) |
| His feet are kickin', he’s swingin' |
| Sun beats on his hood |
| The knot is tightened good |
| His arms are tied up behind his back |
| Shit, kill him, someone should |
| His neck is strechin' longer |
| The rope is that much stronger |
| His body sways in a gentle breeze |
| The sight is somethin' somber |
| His feet dangle and his throat gets tangled |
| With a rope that strangles every bit of breath that’s left |
| Outta his body until nothing’s left |
| And I gotta be honest, I feel it in my chest |
| I’mma witness with a sickness |
| Who love’s to watch em hang from a distance |
| Victim swingin' until they’re all witless |
| 45 minutes, at least someone end this |
| What kept him alive? |
| (15 minutes) |
| For all those gruelling minutes |
| (He's swingin' and swingin') |
| The people did nothin' but stare |
| (Blue is the sky) (30 minutes) |
| Fixated on his torture |
| (He's swingin' and swingin') |
| (When will this end?) |
| They had all the time in the world |
| (45 minutes) |
| To wait for him to die |
| (He's swingin') |
| Turnin' green like fix me |
| Lookin' hella trippy |
| 15, less than a full whole 60 minutes of life |
| With silence of sight |
| Will 2 wrongs combine together in an effort to make things right |
| Why are there signs of crime soaked in violence |
| Everyone stands still like a bunch of stone giants |
| Lookin' down on him as he swings and sway |
| He will not die until the motherfuckers all go away |
| He swings, jerks, a vulture nearby lurks |
| As he spins up on that rope, we wonder if it hurts |
| Hear him gasp for breath, his soul is fighting death |
| If he gives up and let’s go, show’s over, nothing’s left |