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45 Minutes

45 minutes

He hung there alive

For 45 minutes

And then he diedThe 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 goneSweet 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' somberHis 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 thisWhat kept him alive?

(15 minutes)

For all those growing 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 awayHe 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

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