Don't go telling me I'm better Cause my arms they still regret Not on the phone or letter Cause we stand in our own ashes Sleep now Those tears cannot be swallowed And I never said enough We do this on purpose To smash the things we had You throw me all your ropes now We hang in Tyburn's Halls But still we are being thrown out Descent we may just fall Don't go telling I'm better Cause my arms they still regret You throw me all your ropes now We hang in Tyburn's Halls But still we are being thrown out Descent we may just fall