Rings, clouds, winding serpentines
Float constantly toward the heavens...
No End In sight
I cannot find myself...
You told me you dont feel the same way no more.
I let go of your hand and i felt the tears...
I can feel my pain returning,
in my heart pain is churning...
Once too many people
told me to let go...
I' ve left your hand, I think.
So it is now your turn to choose...
All alone in a cold dark room
All alone in this world of hate...
Broken mirror, bloody fists
she adds more cuts to her wrists...
I sit around the table and chuckle to myself at...
Sitting here watching, as a so-called medium...
I walk down this street,
In a world painted black...
Roses are red
blood red dripping down...
Hang Me High
Hang me high for all to see...