Noose Hanger - Tone

I can’t seem to grasp the thought of your kind

Burning sorrow into someone through selfish actions

You’re the cause of this hell

A slap on the wrist sentence shows no justice

Commit your needs and face the noose

Your victims hold the rope

As you strangle pleaing for forgiveness

As your feet dangle reaching for the soil

Your past is projected in front of you

You feel the suffering burning your soul

Your eyes roll back into your head as you’re set to flames

Watching your self desend to hell