Hung, Drawn And Quartered
Cancer / Chris Stokes / Ian Buchanan / John Walker
Cries of laughter beneath me
As I hang by my neck
Choking on a rope
Till I'm near death
Suffocating rapidly
It's my last breath
Cut to the ground
And stabbed in the chest
Hung, drawn and quartered
Hung, drawn and quartered
Hung, drawn and quartered
Hung, drawn and quartered
Bloods then drained out
In a gory way
Spilling out my memories
The soil turns red
Sucked through my torso
And ripped apart
Severed into quarters
Rigor-mortis sets in