and tonight we hang from the gallows,
til the blood in our veins runs cold
then stand in our graves dug shallow,
til the screams in our lungs grow old

the blood congeals before it hits the ground
and i’m still waiting, not making a sound
so just breathe in these chemicals one by one,
and before we decay we’ll all sing to this gun

the looks on their faces make it all worthwhile,
when everything comes down to killing this smile

and tonight we hang from the gallows,
til the blood in our veins runs cold
then stand in our graves dug shallow,
til the screams in our lungs grow old

this catastrophe seeps into all of our skulls,
and taunts the knife while the blades grow dull
so just breathe in these chemicals one by one,
and before we decay we’ll all sing to this gun

the looks on their faces make it all worthwhile,
when everything comes down to killing this smile

and tonight we hang from the gallows,
til the blood in our veins runs cold
then stand in our graves dug shallow,
til the screams in our lungs grow old

the noose couldn’t save us, nor could the blade,
everytime we breathe, we know who to blame
and the looks on their faces made it all worthwhile,
when everything came down to killing this smile