Before I Hang - Jon Oliva's Pain

Who’s this I have found lying on the street

The name means nothing he’s burnt and obsolete

He doesn’t look to good, his body smells like wine

Lives life with a poisoned mind

He just waits for the perfect time

To let his demon break out

My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the fall

All the wicked things I’ve seen, I must have done them all

An endless cast of victims, I have sacrificed

In the name of my sweet lord who offers paradise

Before I hang…

I’ll see the end of you all

Before I hang

I’ll see the western world

I’ll see the western world fall

Brainwashed, hypnotized

Since he was just a boy

M-16's, hand grenades are his only toys

He doesn’t think to clear, he’s sure to cross the line

Got his orders etched into his mind

Sits and waits for the perfect time

He’d rather die than give up

Before I hang…

I’ll see the end of you all

Before I hang

I’ll see the western world

I’ll see the western world fall