Feeling the weight on the back Whispers cause you to change direction Then left towards the gallows Mind in ruins looking for perfection Hands raised to the skies But the feet tied to the floor Without having wings to fly And no keys to open the door The eyes that don't close And they only see disgrace The rotten smell infests your noose And death takes place The last divine flame Makes your soul burn Feeling fear and shame Without being able to save or return Screaming to deaf people Discredited in the human race Maybe without a second chance To see the demon's face Dry mouth and cold Weak vision slows Try the way out In the dark maze of souls