The Hanged Man

Put your arms around my neck

Like a pathetic lace of death

Displays it like a tarot deck

I'm the card of the hanged man

And here I stand

With a flame on my hand

Do you understand?

If there is hope for me

She is flirting with the breeze

On a peculiar choreography

With the dead arms of some old southern tree

Silently, lips sealed against me, silently

And it makes you wanna know

If in all the stories the truth is really told

And it makes you wanna reborn

And like a snake crawl every warm season

Into a different form

Put your lace around my face

Just like a fairytale

Through the blank of my closed eyes

You can foresee the rope within

And it makes you wanna know (Makes you wanna know)

How deep have you, have you truly flown

And it makes you wanna ride (Makes you wanna ride)

Through the fake suicide of someone already dead inside

And it makes you wanna disclaim (Makes you wanna disclaim)

Something you had really never learnt

And it makes you wanna stay (It makes you wanna stay)

Forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man

'Cause here I stand to understand

Violently, I have you with me