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, want to walk with me?

And it makes you want to know
if in all the stories the truth is really told

And it makes you want to reborn
and like a snake crawl every warm season
Into a different form

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 want to know
how deep have you truly flown

And it makes you want to ride
through the fake suicide of someone
already dead inside

And it makes you want to disclaim
something you had really never learnt

And it makes you want to stay
forever tangled in the pale arms of some hanged man

Here I stand. To understand.
Violently. I have you with me.
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The Hanged Man Lyrics

Moonspell – The Hanged Man Lyrics