Dope Sick Love - Hangman's Chair

Over the troubles

Still bleeding on your tomb

Still lying, betraying but living

One more night without…

Stuck in a corner of her head

As if she could never be safe

Pale, the skin of our corpses fades to grey

On the concrete we lay

The back of her neck still sweating cold

Over the troubles she roam, alone

Tasting the bitter kisses of hell

Deception, we failed

Don’t need this razor anymore

Cut me!

Sh left enough to a whore

Mayb she could never be saved

Her sins on a bed of regrets

I throw my heart to the lions and watch them eat it

Long is the night if you play with the angel’s dust

Slow like your tongue when you possessed by demon’s lust

She could not remember the sun light

We ´re all creatures at midnight

God is a pervert ‘cause he watches us do

And the fallen lead is through…

Grave’s flowers bloom and her soul is gone

32 years drowned into the fog

The back of her neck still sweating cold

Over the troubles she roam, alone

Tasting the bitter liquid of hell

Frustration, we failed

Don’t need this razor anymore

Cut me!

She left enough to a whore

Maybe she could never be saved

Her sins on a bed of regrets

I throw my heart to the lions and watch them eat it