Anything
When the hangman gets his way and he tells you not to pray
That there's nothing left to say
Guilty, guilty
Those words take place of your name
As if nothing else matters
You couldn't resolve it you tried
Screaming you don't believe in anything
And the ocean holds your weight
But it sends you with its waves
To the deepest grave
you'd die for
And no one's ever quite sure
What the truest stories were
And they'll never know your side
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