String Up

Fucked up and let this sick joke get out of hand 
Holding on by the rope I will use to hang myself 
No more words or false promises 
I'm going to get it done 
This time - this time I'll get it right 
Wash the blood from your hands - you are guilty 
I'll see you in hell 
Let the sun light up those 
Pretty little empty eyes 
It's not going to be alright 
I will see you in hell