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I’m the axe man at the top of the hill,
decoy out in a storm.
A decent image is a knight to elect,
violence is your artform.
Bearing witness to my mistakes,
resurrect my dreams.
What is dead will not forget,
truth is what we need.
‘Cause it’s the Pierrepoint vice, roll your dice,
everything is murder in your wicked life.
We are here to tell you so, look you in the eye.
I said your time is here your time is now,
it’s your time to die.
‘Cause it’s the Pierrepoint vice, roll your dice,
everything is murder in your wicked life.
it’s the Pierrepoint vice, roll your dice,
everything is murder in your wicked life.
The time is here,
the time is now,
it’s your time to die.
As you’re lying there,
look at the sky,
clinging to your life.
It’s time.
Oh, it’s time... for the...
Pierrepoint vice, roll your dice,
everything is murder in your wicked life.
It’s the Pierrepoint vice, roll your dice,
everything is murder in your wicked life.
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