The Hanged Man

Put your arms around my neck
 Just like a pathetic lace of death
 Displays like a tarot deck
 I am the card of the hanged man
 And here I stand
 With a flame on my hand
 Do you understand?
 If there is hope for me
 She is flirting with the breeze
 On a peculiar choreography
 With the dead arms of some old southern tree
 Silently, lips sealed against me
 Silently, wanna walk with me?
 And it makes you wanna know
 If in all the stories the truth is really told
 And it makes you wanna reborn
 And like a snake crawl every warm season
 Into a different form
 When you can still kill me
 when you can still cure me
 Cure me
 Put your lace around my face
 Just like a fairytale
 Through the blank of my closed eyes
 You can foresee the rope within
 And it makes you wanna know
 How deep have you truly flown
 And it makes you wanna ride
 Through the fake suicide of someone
 Already dead inside
 Still you walk with me, silently
 And it makes you wanna disclaim
 Something you had really never learnt
 And it makes you wanna stay
 Forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man
 Here I stand
 To understand.
 Violently
 I have you with me...