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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
No remorse for the crimes you've done
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
No remorse for the crimes you've done
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