At the break of dawn
I hold a rope in my hand
Standing on a stool
'Cause there's too many of them
I can't trust anyone
It feels like a constrictor on my neck
I wrap it around the ceiling fan
I hold my chest in my hand
My brunette hair in my my face
But there's people I trust here
But can I?
It's to hard
Around my neck now
I kick the stool
My lifeless body hangs
At the break of dawn
