Basking in the evening glow With the severed heads in the lion's den Along it flows and steadily it creeps, waist deep When the undeniable tide of ill will seeps, neck deep Watching it falling to pieces This desperate internal momentum takes hold Round and round we go, snake skin Up a blind alley is a joy forever The shrill cold hand that runs down your back The inevitability, the kiss of d**h Watching it all fall to pieces This desperate internal momentum takes hold The dead of winter is easily misled In one fell swoop, the cumulative solace of nothingness Anguish, torture, despair, still rationing Twilight, tracks in the sand are deepening If you're born to be hanged you'll never drown He travels fastes who travels alone Hard feelings, no meaning, with nothing left to show Like a dead Russian left in the snow Hard times don't fall on dead hearts, it's best to let it go The relentless beat of the drum, the usurper of your place in the sun For the sweet solace of nothingness Anguish, torture, despair, still ambushing Twilight, cracks in the man are widening Episode nine If you're born to be hanged you'll never drown He travels fastes who travels alone Hard feelings, no meaning, with nothing left to show Like a dead Russian left in the snow Hard times don't fall on dead hearts, it's best to let it go The relentless beat of the drum, the usurper of your place in the sun Anguish, torture, despair, sheer frustration, couldn't care Suffocate what I have become, tide and time wait for no one If you're born to be hanged you'll never drown