Hanged Man's Ballad

Concept Of Hate

Compositor: Conceot of Hate

A hopeless man walks his way
Through the abyss of his existence
In blurry vision, breathing aches
And shearches relief from pain
Unuseful, regretful
Uncapable to awake
Unpleasant, confounded
This life is a mistake

There's a hanged man in my bedroom
Looking at me through the mirror
And he smiles at me as I move my lips
There's a black angel beside me
And says I'm the worst kind of sinner
And he smiles when points
That dead man is me

A path of thorns that rip my skin
Unhealed wounds that burn
A flaming spear across my heart
A gear that does not work
Feeding from shadows
Life is a bad joke
The ultimate act of despair
Nobody is able to judge

There's a hanged man in my bedroom
Looking at me through the mirror
And he smiles at me as I move my lips
There's a black angel beside me
And says I'm the worst kind of sinner
And he smiles when points
That dead man is me

There's a hanged man in my bedroom
Looking at me through the mirror
And he smiles at me as I move my lips
There's a black angel beside me
And says I'm the worst kind of sinner
And he smiles when points
That dead man is me