Hear the gallows song
That morning felt like hell
when you were gone
Feel deaths empty sting
resounds all around you
as it sings
"Alls not lost
You've got lovely lovely things
that I can take from you"
"Oh what a sight
it wets my appetite
to hear you cry Oh what a sight
it wets my appetite
to see you cling to this life"
"Don't you fret
its not a product or measure of your sin
its like the lottery
someone always wins"
"Alls not lost
you've still got some pretty pretty things
that I'd like to take from you"
It gets better, it gets worse.
Do your worst, you've only got one sting, left for me.
