GHOST ON THE GALLOWS: I DRINK DEEP FROM YOUR DYING EYES LIKE I’VE DONE BEFORE COUNTLESS SCORES OF TIMES WHY DO THEY HAUNT ME LIKE YOU DO?
I’M NUMB TO PAIN WHEN LIFE IS LOST I’VE BEEN HARDENED BY YOUR GHOSTLY FROST HAVE I MADE A MARTYR OUT OF YOU?
HOW SHARP IS THIS, YOUR PENTENANCE? WAS IT WORTH ALL THE BLOODY DECADENCE? DID YOU THINK YOU’D MEET COLD, HARD NOOSE?
BLACK LEATHER HIDES MY WICKED SMILE OF A WICKED SOUL, AND DEEDS SO VILE SO BLACK NO GALLOWS COULD EXCUSE
PRE-CHORUS: I HOIST YOU HIGH ABOVE THE ANGRY SCREAMS AND FACELESS EYES THIS MASK I WEAR BECOMES MY PALL WHO HERE AMONG YOU DON’T DESERVE TO HANG AND DIE AS WELL? WHO HERE BUT ME DARES TO ABSOLVE?
CHORUS: GHOST ON THE GALLOWS BEGGING, PLEADING, LOOKING DOWN GHOST ON THE GALLOWS BLOODY CLOTHES ARE FUNERAL SHROUD GHOST ON THE GALLOWS SERPENT COILED THIRTEEN-FOLD GHOST ON THE GALLOWS TORTURED SPIRIT, SINFUL SOUL
YOUR DYING WORDS ARE MUTE TO ME ‘CAUSE I LAVISH IN YOUR MISERY FAR MORE THAN THOSE WHO CAST YOU HERE
THOUGH I LOVE TO HEAR THE SPINAL SNAP AS THE NOOSE PULLS TAUGHT-CONSTRICTED-WRAPPED EACH ONE I HANG LOOKS JUST LIKE ME
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REVEALING ALL YOUR BLOODY SINS AS I HOLD YOU HIGH, YOUR DEATH BEGINS I WATCH YOUR CORPSE NOW SLOWLY SWAY
I BRANDISH DEATH LIKE ITS MEANT TO BE ALL THE DAMNED DEAD I’VE YET TO SEE I’VE NEVER WEPT ON HANGING DAY
I DRANK DEEP FROM YOUR COLD, DEAD EYES LIKE I’LL DO AGAIN COUNTLESS SCORES OF TIMES THEN I’LL HAUNT THE GALLOWS JUST LIKE YOU
I’M NUMB AS YOU, MY MIRRORED FACE AS I WIPE ALL LIFE OUT OF THIS PLACE THAT T MIGHT BE A MARTYR, TOO
ENDING PRE-CHORUS: THEY PULL YOU DOWN AND PLACE YOU IN THE FRESHLY SHOVELED LOAM JUST LIKE A DEAD AND FROZEN SEED MY NOOSE IS STILL WARM FROM YOUR PREMATURE AND EARLY END WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN GALLOWS BLEED?