Hangman
This is part of your make-up
To look as though to call
With eyes in front of your mirror
Your taste is rough
As the show you know
Well
Lay on your back
And I go and think it over
Now
Come out your land and see
Feeling nothing but heaven
The world
Coloured you like she does
Without them who always crush you madly
Well what have you done
In your cloned living**
Well
Even if it's sad
Then I'll go off hand it over
Well
Here is the way to feel
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladada ooh
It's impossible out there
Well
It's impossible in here
You know
Seeing nothing but halo's
Won't keep you strong
Like the storm
With angels looking for hangman
What they want
She figured out
This dark raving man
Well
Lay on your back
And I go off it's over
Well
Lay on your back and scream
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladada ooh
Ladada ooh
Ooh ooh...
Verdugo
Esta es parte de tu maquillaje
Para lucir como si estuvieras llamando
Con los ojos frente a tu espejo
Tu gusto es rudo
Como el espectáculo que conoces
Bien
Acuéstate boca arriba
Y yo voy a pensarlo
Ahora
Sal de tu tierra y mira
Sintiendo nada más que el cielo
El mundo
Te coloreó como ella lo hace
Sin aquellos que siempre te aplastan locamente
Bien, ¿qué has hecho
En tu vida clonada?
Bien
Incluso si es triste
Entonces lo entregaré de inmediato
Bien
Aquí está la forma de sentir
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladada ooh
Es imposible ahí afuera
Bien
Es imposible aquí adentro
Tú sabes
Viendo nada más que halos
No te mantendrá fuerte
Como la tormenta
Con ángeles buscando al verdugo
Lo que quieren
Ella descubrió
A este hombre oscuro y delirante
Bien
Acuéstate boca arriba
Y yo me voy, se acabó
Bien
Acuéstate boca arriba y grita
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladadadada
Ladada ooh
Ladada ooh
Ooh ooh...
Escrita por: James Grundler