String Up

Fucked up and let this sick joke get out of hand
Holding on by the rope I will use to hang myself
No more words or false promises
I'm going to get it done
This time - this time I'll get it right
Wash the blood from your hands - you are guilty
I'll see you in hell
Let the sun light up those
Pretty little empty eyes
It's not going to be alright
I will see you in hell