Still it came passing by
 The pieces weaved together rose the sun
 And fooled me with another day
 The knocking message called for my life

 Sealed the spell of my scrawny body
 Soil to skin, my next of kin
 Damp air grasped, stole the words
 And greeted me with a hiss

 This is forgiveness, so I know
 Once I repent I seal the lid
 I slither for you and I'm dying
 I find [bad word] in hate

 They wear white for me
 Seemingly jaded and lost
 I forge myself into your dreams
 And here I am your life

 Hangman, clutching at his tools
 I [bad word] for you

 The noose is tied
 Murmur through the crowd
 Plunging into anywhere but here

 Cloak-captured sighs of relief
 As the primal touch brought me back
 And the last sight I did see is still here
 Beckoning right behind me