Tytuł: The hanged man

• Wykonawca: Moonspell
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   Put your arms around my neck
  just like a pathetic lace of death
  displays like a tarot deck
  I am 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, wanna walk with me?
  
  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
  
  When you can still kill me,
  when you can still cure me. Cure me.
  
  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
  how deep have you truly flown
  
  And it makes you wanna ride
  through the fake suicide of someone
  already dead inside
  
  Still you walk with me, silently
  
  and it makes you wanna disclaim
  something you had really never learnt
  
  and it makes you wanna stay
  forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man
  
  Here I stand. To understand.
  Violently. I have you with me.