Condemned to the Gallows

Gripping the brightest grid
A surgical drive to increase the noise
Ice cold realization of the silent wind… slowly drags me up into a splintered
reason
Emptiness engulf me
Align the love inside me
Let misery wake me
Search low… abandoned
The creaking floors cry out below
A limping glimpse of next steps… the fog showers the last light of day
Destroy the wooden frame
Trust the creaking sounds
Seek the tunnel… to walk high above
Search low
Confront the night
Warm blood drips on cold snow… the curtain surrounds logical thought
Condemned to the gallows
The crimson moonbeam lights my journey
Crippled with time… desperate strides into nothing
The crimson moonbeam… hear the waking
Crippled with time… desperate strides into nothing