Standing on the gallows
You watch me now
Your nouse warms my neck
The wind blows past by me
And the people just stare at my downfall
I can't hear a word
Some are bowing
But more are spitting
I see my creator crying
The sky is black
So i'm home for then
Shut your twisted mouths
Everything i thought was there
Is suddenly gone
That sinking feeling
And i never hit the floor
Lost soul perhaps
Swinging in the breeze
Cut him down
And close his eyes
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