A strangers spit scolds my neck, I complacently acknowledge, No time to waste, The show must go on, the show must go on Their eyes, sharp as knives, Judge me, hate me, kill me, hang me The hell im going to couldn't possibly compare To the tears falling down my mothers face And the scars that take my place The noose tightens, Executioners glance catches mine His eyes... milky and dead No second chance, no last breath