Do you understand the charges
You sowed the noose around your neck
As I held your hand .
You whisper dying words
I love you
But I don’t understand .
The jury has no mercy
Your always asking for just one more chance .
Tell me with my lips as I kiss you
You stab me in the heart
And I reckon you knew exactly what you were doing at the time .
Now the funeral plays on
And you cry ?
You like to watch me die
In your crown of glory
You hide
Made of ashes
Slitting the wrist of time .
What is it you want from the dead
To kill her once again ?
Look what you’ve done they said
Blood falls from her mouth
Look what you’ve done they said
You laugh
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