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Testo To The Gallows
Testo To The Gallows
I've seen a man killed by his best friend with a greedy eye
In a musical there's always someone to catch me
There is comfort right in the eye of a hurricane
One-hundred seven steps, from our necks we'll hang
What a magical sound, this room full of noises
Abandon your vessels, and float to the ceiling
Lock eyes with the terminal, both dismal and fleeting Break down your body, and hang your head in defeat
Gravity malfunctions for the likes of you and me
This ship is sinking, afflictions all lead to an end
Your departure is on its way, so sing your last farewell
There are no violins, no choir singing
(Strike with a blow of mercy, strike with a blow of mercy)
A virus contains them, we're theirs for the taking [x2]
In a world of dreams, it's hard to
Translate images, from illusions
I've seen the signs of what's to come,
And I've heard the discord of death's remorse [x2]
I am my father's son, I have my mother's eyes
This is the harsh truth that I've come to realize [x2]
There are no violins, no choir singing
(Strike with a blow of mercy, strike with a blow of mercy)
A virus contains them, we're theirs for the taking [x2]
Your departure is on its way, so sing your last farewell
One, two, step - left, right, left
Single file
One, two, step - left, right, left
To the gallows
In a musical there's always someone to catch me
There is comfort right in the eye of a hurricane
One-hundred seven steps, from our necks we'll hang
What a magical sound, this room full of noises
Abandon your vessels, and float to the ceiling
Lock eyes with the terminal, both dismal and fleeting Break down your body, and hang your head in defeat
Gravity malfunctions for the likes of you and me
This ship is sinking, afflictions all lead to an end
Your departure is on its way, so sing your last farewell
There are no violins, no choir singing
(Strike with a blow of mercy, strike with a blow of mercy)
A virus contains them, we're theirs for the taking [x2]
In a world of dreams, it's hard to
Translate images, from illusions
I've seen the signs of what's to come,
And I've heard the discord of death's remorse [x2]
I am my father's son, I have my mother's eyes
This is the harsh truth that I've come to realize [x2]
There are no violins, no choir singing
(Strike with a blow of mercy, strike with a blow of mercy)
A virus contains them, we're theirs for the taking [x2]
Your departure is on its way, so sing your last farewell
One, two, step - left, right, left
Single file
One, two, step - left, right, left
To the gallows
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