• Creeping quietly with rope dragging across the floor
    Puuting up a playswing
    That I'll swing from forevermore
    Just like a permanent play-thing
    Too bad you cant be here
    Im accomplishing your worst fear

    I cant have stolen
    It cant be a crime
    I cant be taking
    Whats already mine
    Dont cover my ashes
    With dark unclean soil
    I've lived & worked for my respect
    I've hardened under toil
    Im not a criminal
    I havent shed blood
    I shouldnt be condemned
    Just cause I've seen enough
    I cant have stolen
    It cant be a crime
    I cant be taking
    Whats always been mine
    I cant be taking
    Whats already mine
    And if I screwed it up
    I'll be doing the time

    Pull threaded golden glory
    Over a strong tree branch
    Tie a knot, a noose of love
    More satisfying than any man
    Priests be damned, screaming opposition die
    This has been building
    Since I have been breathing
    And it's all gonna end tonight

    -finish instrumental-