The Hangman Diaries

The hangman is coming, rope clenched in his fists
His job is simple, your name's on the list

This rope around your neck will leave you cold and searching for air
You should not expect sympathy cause there's none for you
So here's some sage advice, get a move on it

Oh no you stopped you looked at the clock there's a shadow now
The fear it creeps, getting close now it seems, get a move on it
Hangman

Well now take a look what you've done
You flew too close to the sun
And now your wings are burnt to a crisp
It's sad to see
Listen to a calming voice, it tells you when to move
But there's a chance things won't work out the way you want them to
So go

Steady yourself you must've been desperate
You left your heart on the shelf
Like a child you went into the fire alone
And you have the scars to prove, once you were more than dust and black ashes
But you threw it all away
So through the garden you ran like a child
And you didn't see the snake that took you down

So I will light a candle for your life, always
It's written in the Hangman's diary
Hangman