Coroner's Report Paroles

the city air outside
corrodes whats left inside
to leave it all behind
and know that I'm coming home

...and it wont be long

Chorus
dust to dust and then I'm free forever (2x)

VERSE 2

This rope is tightly wound
my feet won't touch the ground
no will come around
as long as theres not a sound

One final step to take
right off this chair will make
CHORUS

(outro)
a rope, a beam, and the end to my dreams...