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