Turn Around
Come back to
reality
Come back through the
gates of hell (the gates of
hell)
Return to the
Gallows
Now you're standing
alone
Return to the Gallows
The
blood on my hands is cold
I
stare into your eyes
Past your
bloodshot mask
I hear your
desperate cries
Of hatred in your
past (of hatred in your
past)
As she wakes up
there's
no one left beside her (left
beside her)
As she falls down
she's getting closer to the
grave (closer to the
grave)
Hell isn't so far when
you're living like you're already
dead x2
Return to the
Gallows
Now you're standing
alone
Return to the Gallows
The
blood on my hands is cold
The
end of the line is here for
you
Turn the fuck around