Gallows (Give 'Em Rope)

They caught us near the street

Like deer that takes refuge to the dark

Always in our backs they snapped us in our weakest moments

With broken legs you can’t run that far, they’ll obtain you fast

And take aware to hear what they mean

'Cause usually they speak with knives

They speak with knives!

Voices sounding like an empty orchestra

That plays the soundtrack of our lies

Every single note they bow or wind feels like a thorn in skin

In the end this journey was anything else

But successful, one bridge too far

We searched for freedom

And found nothing but a cold tomb!

At least we found nothing but a cold tomb!

To narrate retroperspectively

I never thought this trip could end up in chains

Somehow we always thought

That we’d be the arsonists that will set the world on fire!

We should be the arsonists that will set the world on fire!

And once again I’m calling the rain

To wash away this dry fields of grief

To wash away my bones and all I’ve ever feared

Everything I know for sure is that time’s a mirror itself

Somewhere along the way

Also the good times have to come to an end

Outside these walls I can see how night divides the day

And as the dawn falls I remember

Death always remained more perfect than life

After a while they screamed

Give ‘em blades to dig up their own graves!

The dawn marked their beginning, the dawn marks the end

Give ‘em rope!