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The gallows
To the gallows
I will go
hands bound tight
Heads hang low
In a haze
they spit their rage
As I walk
and take the stage
To the gallows
I will go
rope wrapped tight
around my throat
As the rain goes pitter patter
caresses my face
memories scatter
To the gallows
you shall see
The broken mess
that's become of me.
I will go
hands bound tight
Heads hang low
In a haze
they spit their rage
As I walk
and take the stage
To the gallows
I will go
rope wrapped tight
around my throat
As the rain goes pitter patter
caresses my face
memories scatter
To the gallows
you shall see
The broken mess
that's become of me.
Published 25th May 2012
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