A stranger's spit scold my neck, I complacently acknowledge, no time to waste, the show must go on Their eyes, sharp as knives, judge me, hate me, kill me, hang me The hell in going to couldn't possibly compare, to the tears falling down my mother's face, and the scars that take my place, The noose tightens, executioner's glance catches mine. His eyes... milky and dead, No second chance, no last breathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.