How long will it take you to see all you have done?
Open your eyes to see what you've lost
Look in the mirror, what do you see?
A man of old age and old tragedy
Holding the rope with your own hands
Tying the knot and making fake plans
How long will you lie my far Mr. Man?
When will it end and do you even understand?
When will you loosen the rope Mr. Man?
So there's no reflection of a sad hanging man.
Don't stand on your soapbox, it makes you look bad
contradicting a past that once had some life
Now it lies beneath the ground in a casket
Hysterically waiting for you to arrive.
How long will you lie my far Mr. Man?
When will it end and do you even understand?
When will you loosen the rope Mr. Man?
So there's no reflection of a sad hanging man.
So many people please tell me right now
How do you know who is who, oh how?
I myself get lost in your eyes
Where did you go, didn't even say bye.
Didn't even say bye to your dear kin, not even a wave for the night.
Friday, August 01, 2008
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