Testo di Hanged Man's Ballad

A hopeless man walks his way Through the abyss of his existence In blurry vision, breathing aches And shearches relief from pain Unuseful, regretful Uncapable to awake Unpleasant, confounded This life is a mistake There's a hanged man in my bedroom Looking at me through the mirror And he smiles at me as I move my lips There's a black angel beside me And says I'm the worst kind of sinner And he smiles when points That dead man is me A path of thorns that rip my skin Unhealed wounds that burn A flaming spear across my heart A gear that does not work Feeding from shadows Life is a bad joke The ultimate act of despair Nobody is able to judge There's a hanged man in my bedroom Looking at me through the mirror And he smiles at me as I move my lips There's a black angel beside me And says I'm the worst kind of sinner And he smiles when points That dead man is me There's a hanged man in my bedroom Looking at me through the mirror And he smiles at me as I move my lips There's a black angel beside me And says I'm the worst kind of sinner And he smiles when points That dead man is me