Hanged by the ceiling I watch upon you.
This wire around my neck is tightening.
But don't be affraid you little fool.
I may be dead but I am still watching.
Look in my eyes and you will see.
A world of desolation I will show you.
It may look painfull as you dazed at me.
But the world in my eyes is the world of you.
Take my hand, I'll take you.
In the deepest part of my mind.
Where only your conscience will haunt you.
Because that hate you had made your eyes blind.
You once killed me,
And now as I am looking at you,
With all the strenght of your arms you hold me.
But now you'll sleep no more because you loosed.
By winning against me,
You lost to yourself.
And by looking at me hanged that way.
I might want to shut that conscience and shut yourself.