Hang 'Em High

You march to the sound of chains around your feet. You're afraid to fall because you know what it brings. The heaven you know is not the hell that you're in. You pull the trigger and I'll take your sins. How does it feel to know there's nothing left? How does it feel to have the rope around your neck? Staring down a smoking barrel. The pieces that are left haunt you till your last breath. I'm gonna hold what's in my hand. And I'm thinking of ways to ignite and I'm not forsaken. Nothing can erase this from my eyes. I will be right here till the end. Curse every soul, every moment that led to this. I hope it feels like your bleeding out. I hope your whole world comes crashing down. Do you feel lucky? Well do ya punk? You've burned all your bridges. Enough is enough! I'm gonna hold what's in my hand. And I'm thinking of ways to ignite, and I'm not forsaken. Nothing can erase this from my eyes. I will be right here till the end. Curse every soul, every moment that led to this. I hope it feels like your bleeding out. I hope your whole world comes crashing down. Witness the end. I've taken all that I can take. Set them free. Hit the lights. String em up. Hang em high. You march to the sound of chains around your feet. You're afraid to fall because you know what it brings. The heaven you know is not the hell that you're in. You pull the trigger and I'll take your sins. --- Hang 'em High - A Breach of Silence