You nawseate by your mediocre life

Gasping for breath like a dying child

Lowering your head from the heaviness

of the stone that has kept you from your selfishness

You strumble down the path of discontent

Claw dirt with your trembling hands

Light a cigar with a golden Zippo

while you run like hell against the gallows

Gallows of God So have a cigar

You're soon going so far

Drink up your wine

You'll be just fine boy

You're a matyr of life

walking through the gallows of God



[Solo: Broberg]



You cause yourself to flee along the misery

Perishing in frustrations beyond infinity

Numb emotions flooding through your soul

Death and freedom is your everlasting goal

So over your shoulder

you throw your heavy cross

You're a matyr of life

walking through the gallows of God