Hung by a tree, left out to bleed.
I can't see I can't breath
With this bag placed over my head,
no one can recognize me.
Still I refuse to stop breathing.
Every breath is getting harder to take
when they hang by my feet.
If my eyes don't open again that's fine with me.
Humiliation is another thing handled only by the weak.
Still I refuse to stop breathing
If this is my last day than so be it.
Return a life dealt pain and suffering
I won't go without taking you with me
to the other side. A land before time.
A skeleton's hand guides you to your demise