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.

The time's sort of air up.

I want to stop the smell chain tearing at some crazy tree.

Somebody please put me down on tree lips.

If I need you to stop from spitting out the words you gave me

When I try to speak

I'm bored with what I am, I'm tired

After all, I'm not afraid of dying

For I believe that there never is a