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 As I’m led towards the gallows To hang for all my sins For always wading in the shallow The cadence calls and guides me To my final destination Forever paying penance On my tarnished reputation Nothing else precedes me It’s my calling card of shame That holds the final tally Scores from losing my own game It’s not much of a legacy For me to leave behind No precious frozen moments Saccharine slide-shows in my mind They say that when you die Your life is flashed before your eyes Not much there that I want to see Been mostly sad good-byes A constant, stern reminder Of the walls that I have built Walls creating my own prison My own prison, my own guilt Before you carry out my sentence Am I deserving of last words Is there any point explaining Or trying to be heard What’s the use, I’ll go now, quietly I’m tired of this trek Drop that floor from underneath me And snap my fucking neck |