Hallowed Be Thy Name

I'm waiting in my coat there, when the bell begins to chime.

Reflecting on my path line, and it doesn't have much time.

'Cause at five o'clock, they take me to the gallows

Oh, the standards of time for me are running low

Running low

some sort of error. I want to stop the surmounting terror and not some crazy plea.

Somebody please tell me that I'm treated. If I need you to stop from screaming the words you gave me.

When I try to speak, I can't get forward. Why am I trying? After all, I've done a plane of dying.

But I believe that there never is a...