You nauseate by your mediocre life
Gasping for breath like a dying child
of the stone that has kept you from your selfishness
Lowering your head from the heaviness
You strumble down the path of discontent
Claw dirt with your trembling hands
while you run like hell against the gallows
Light a cigar with a golden Zippo
You're soon going so far
Drink up your wine
Gallows of God So have a cigar
You'll be just fine boy
You're a martyr of life
walking through the gallows of God (
Perishing in frustrations beyond infinity
You cause yourself to flee along the misery
So over your shoulder
Numb emotions flooding through your soul
Death and freedom is your everlasting goal
you throw your heavy cross
You're a matyr of life
walking through the gallows of God.
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