the lives of the liars are wasting away
an it all goes down at the crack day
when the night time fades fight my rage
and release the deceased from the back of the cage
and they walk to the gallow
carve out a path that starts out shallow
stand on the block til they lose their step
swing in the breeze til they aint none left

the march of the chosen hopin for pardons
pause when they pass me and hope that i mark them
know that i got them right in my fingertips
hand on the rope and they hope that my finger slips
when they drop down slow
i'll release my soul from the hate that they hold
trapped in a mold in a state of my mind
where i kill everything that divides my divine
purpose learn this as a word to the wise
karma will find you and lock you inside
cages within mazes of a labyrinth
lost pathways that they label elaborate
pray for a battlevet to save em from fate
but they stay in the shadow that's looming over the day
that they light goes out and my life goes on
as they swing in the breeze at the crack of the dawn

swing like the clockwork you tried to avoid
sing for your last words trapped in the void
lost in the middle of the earth and the after
god can't save you pass on the pastor
skip on the last meal feel your intentions
expressed in the death of your breath and i mention
your name in the catalog of all i've defeated
last name first first name is deleted
all that is left and all that is needed
as a trophy mounted on my shelf indeed it's
a beautiful thing to be free of your fears
wash you away and proceed thru the years
with a clean bill of health up top in my mental
fight for my sanity ... pray on your vanity
stare in the mirror as i swing that blade
that releases my brain from that mess that you made