The
hanging rope
In
the air it waits
The
bad elements stir
Waking
up to reality
They
can't tell lies all the times
A
day will come they have to face it
They
can't hide forever hoping it will go
My
friends bad things will happen
Don't
they see the hanging rope?
In
the air floating like a guillotine
The
hissing sound makes by the wind
The
chilly calling in the night of dreams
They
can argue; they can plot
Giving
out more lies trying to hide
What's
the use when the truth will come?
Knocking
them off one by one
The
hanging rope
Floating
like a guillotine
Better
show remorse, my friends
Return
to the light and be free
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