Well, there's a rhyming beat
Coming in through courtyard windows
I wouldn't know the judge
Wouldn't give a fuck

Murder, murder, murder
They scream
High pitched noise only beast can hear
Hell is your master now

Closing eyes

The nightmare world I do see
A sea of rotten soldiers
Streams of blood flowing off their eyes


Tears are pity
Hacking vomit
'Cause the fucking rope
Doesn't have the power to end
The fucking noose tied, so cold
Half eyes open, blurry and surreal
Haunted words drain the water from the well
Though it's already been abandoned

Where's the motherfucking sea?
Part it now so I can breathe
Or drown me in it 'cause
I live a disease

Fuck my opposers, I hate their fucking shit
I'm told to love and I love what I can
But love fucking learns it�s place
Will not be absent from half the soul
Two to love, one to hate

Well, here we are again
Lost my fucking friend
Where's the shade?
My simple ass dismay
Escape this shit
Constant bullets to hold your face


You're going to fucking burn
Yes, the fucking man on the tree speaks
You've fucking killed my body
But you haven't stopped your fate
I swear you'll fall down today
The dead are waiting for you to join them
And it's only then I'll have my peace

Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

A Lynching song meanings
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