I cut the rope just to tie a new noose, to take a running jump at life, to make death pay its dues, to rid the earth of all the noise, to mute all life and watch the world collapse without a choice, to rid my eyes of all the hue, to stop seeing only fading shades of black and blue. This is our way of doubt and decay, set the last bids when life calls it quits, I´ll show you the way... I cut the rope just to tie a new noose, to take a running jump at death, to make life pay its dues, to rid the earth of all the words, to mute all blabber until the last whisper will be heard, to rid my eyes of all the light, to stop seeing everything bleed between wrongs and rights. This is our way of doubt and decay, set the last bids when life calls it quits, I´ll show you the way... To silence, this is our way of death and dismay, what to expect when life lies down and wrecked, I´ll show you the way... to silence. All frequencies are rotten, all sounds are dead, oh if only f*****" silence could hear what I´ve said, it´s not a word, not a sound, that makes the grave go round, it´s a kind black tooth grin from the dying sun within, dying... Right from the dying sun within... So cut the rope, tie a new noose, just take a running jump at death, now make life pay its dues, save your last breath.