“Hanging”

We’ve started a fire over our deceptions and cleaned the complaining
Tied up by our inner outputs, crying for many lies, crumble up the tongues
I could ever sleep, with that wound inside you, stopping the betrayer
No more I wish I should got answers to calm you

Suicide the self trusting
At the end of the way will be no god

I met you in the perfection your eyes were, but I will tell you to stay here
This place is holding me, to take the things even make more sense
It’s just becoming the fake, never so close for fuck’s sake
I mean that’s the time to give myself, another psychopath destroyed
Down the hands of destiny, it’s like hanging