Letra de The Hanging

A strangers spit scolds my neck
I complacently acknowledge
No time to waste
The show must go on, the show must go on
Their eyes, sharp as knives
Judge me, hate me, kill me, hang me
The hell im going to couldn't possibly compare
To the tears falling down my mothers face
And the scars that take my place
The noose tightens
Executioners glance catches mine
His eyes... milky and dead
No second chance, no last breath