Perfect Night for a Hanging - Tourniquet

Enter the mind of a man torn in two-

One of the twelve, but is destined to do

What the black heart of a person can feel

When he follows what he sees to be real

His eyes say He already knows

My resentment now grows

I know what I must do-

To thine own self be true

I know You are who You say that You are

Branded a traitor I feel very far

My mind and my heart don’t appear to agree

This is what causes my hectic quandry

I’ll always regret what I’m choosing today

I realize that you love me anyway

Trapped — but as hard as I try

Can’t continue this lie

Hang — from the limb of a tree

I just gotta be.. .

me