Morbid ornament
Lifeless corpse, eyes bulging
Twitching fingers, will corroding
Hanged by your neck on the ceiling

This life was never guaranteed
Success not beckoning
Freedom in the rope
Creaking on that beam

Even trade
Not too late

This life was never guaranteed
Success not beckoning
Freedom in the rope
Creaking on that beam

Even trade
Not too late

Take your life, bodied corpse
Then take mine, hanged by the neck
Fleeting life
Enraged existence
I sentence you

This life was never guaranteed
Success not beckoning
Freedom in the rope
Creaking on that beam