The Hanging Tree

In the distance
Out the window
Through the Washington fog
It's right there
Taunting me
Haunting me
A constant reminder of my final solution
And one day it will take my hand
I just can't decide when

It's hard to explain
But the hanging tree knows my name
I'll never figure out it's game
But the hanging tree knows my name

Take its bones
By the branch
End your life
Take its hand

It's hard to digest
But I can feel it coming to an end
It gets hard to bend and contort my body
Or to pretend

Take its bones
By the branch
End your life
Take its hand

Take its hand
Take its hand
Take its hand
Take its hand