I would stand up if my neck wasn't held down
I would rise up but noone has my back
It's obvious what's coming but I can't see it
The clock ticks with each beat of my heart
Your carping manner lead me here
You'll love the way this ends for me
My heart has repeatedly been lampooned
Screaming until my lungs are removed
Not the first time my chest's an open wound
I'll just leave this world with nothing proved
You might want to reach out with tied hands
Just let me go, I'll die for you
I'll be your homemade Jesus
You'll supply the hammer and nails
You will be the executioner
Both hands on the rope
Goodbye
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