Hangman’s Chair
Dripping Low
Pray in the dark
For a light
But no one to lead her out
Move like a worm
Down in a hole
Weak as she’s never been before

Blessing the needle dripping low

Strange kind of less
Mark her face
I’ve wasted so many years
Treat her like shit
I admit it
I’m the one you love to hate

Blessing the needle dripping low
Cause she doesn’t want to feel no more
Tripping the ghost of her under the flood
Like an offrand to the gods
Here’s my breathing wounds