The Hangman Tree - Act One

The Mist

Real wings
Forever goodbye to my wings made of wax

Where do I go now I'm not part of the game anymore?
The hipocritical tears of the losers won't sow seeds in my ground
The ground I belong now

My soul is free
There's no more pain
There are just questions
Questions
Fucking questions

Where do I go now I'm not part of the game anymore?

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