Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hang Him High , by - Hypocrisy. Song from the album Beast of Hypocrisy, in the genre Release date: 16.02.2012
Record label: Nuclear Blast
Song language: English
Hang Him High |
| 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 limps |
| 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 |