I call you the noose and the one who cinches it around my neck
I can't see anyone of the sky family to pour out hopes too
And base the world's belief systems around
I call you the noose and the one who covers my head with a black hood
Though they'll pass out namecards and it will transform a social event
Someone goes home alone, someone always goes home at room temperature
I stepped out my front door and onto a gallows of my own
Fortune favors big groups
Big groups throwing stones, munching snacks
He loves the executioner
He brings the executioner chocolates and a generous pension scheme
The crowd is not aware of these stories
How Delroy flopped around like a chicken on the stage
Until mercifully someone put him down
His blood flow produced jerky motions which got big applause
A shared blood lust and cruelty is all that there is in the way of community
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