die on a rope

The Distillers

Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die on a
rope?
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die?
I wish that you didn't love me no more, I've been dead for
years,
I wish that you didn't own me no more, I've been here before.
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die on
a rope?
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die on
a rope?
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die on
a rope?
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die?
No I won't want to draw the blood from your neck, spill the lies
in your bed.
I will give you a holy white rose, cut the tongue from your
head.
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die on
a rope?
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die on
a rope?
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die on
a rope?
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die on
a rope?
Tell me something, tell me something, will I die, will I die?
I belong to a line of red scent, teach the heart to reflect.
the wound is wise for primal black eyes theres a scarlet letter
in my chest.