• i see the path to suffering city,
    the trees are dead, the sky: far from pretty,
    i here all of these greatly pained cries,
    the agonised look in all their eyes.

    i take the road called hangman lane,
    unfortunatley, they've all gone insane,
    i look back on the path i took,
    my damned old ways, the lives i shook.

    why'd i do all that in vain,
    now i must die in shadows of shame.

    the end