Trembling hands, wide open for the kill
The artist and the butcher perched high atop their hill

Inside the frozen jungle no more

Die
Why must I?
Crucified
For these lies
No

Die
Say goodbye
Don't ask why
Will you cry?

Will he erase what's mine?

Time and time and time again, death knocking at my door
Getting weaker, see the keeper, my body's on the floor

The hangman's so sure, he's stacked the deck once more
Tried to find the key to time, not knowing what's in store
Face the trap, no more turning back
Now who's the executioner?

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