The tightening of the supple noose, as he waves goodbye a flashback of a tired man, a
tired man, woahh. No use crying.
Well as it seemed until the day that darkness fell, he fell into her wicked spell, wicked spell,
woahh. No use crying.
Into the fire you go my friend, that noose you tied bears no end, as the whip you snapped,
it’s trailing, the whip you snapped it’s trailing. No use dying.
We’re tied to the hole you’re buried in, undo to others in your descent, a flashback of a
dying man, a flashback of a dying man. No use dying.

To live and be told, you’re guna loose control, as the collars noose lingers, not that you’d
ever know.

The collars pain in time will tell, survivors torment, a living hell. A picture of a trying man,
picture of a trying man. No surrender.
I’ll live for them and die for you, breathe the fire you made for me. I’m coming for you,
future. I’m coming for the pain you have waiting for me.
The curtain’s close or so it seemed. I’m off the ground and on my knees, but I’m not
fucking praying and I’m not paying for your sins, I’ll be a living man.
The cuts and the scars of a bloody fight, ten years have past I see the light, a flashback of
a dying man, flashback of a dying man. No use crying.