The Noose

It proves hard to overcome certain things in life, particularly when something special has been wrenched away. Once gone it can never be regained nor forgotten, realisation of the former is achieved in time but the complexity of the latter only becomes evident with time. Constant reminders of the death stir anger and hate, often greater than that resultant from the initial insult. This is probably as a greater understanding of the circumstances is reached, yet the cruelty of it all only grows and with it a need. Where the psychotic and the psychopath meet is a dangerous place indeed.

So glad to see you well
Overcome and completely silent now
With heaven's help
You cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud

But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead

Recall the deeds as if
They're all someone else's
Atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn before us all
So glad to see you well
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground

But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're planning to go about
Making your amends to the dead
To the dead

With your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping
Your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping down

Your halo slipping down to choke you now

Perfect Circle (The Noose)