They All Hang In Here

They all hang in here...

Like baubles dangling from a christmas tree

Lifeless souls, reaching, screaming 

Calling out to me

When daylight turns to darkness

It's then that they appear 

Swinging in their death masks

Like a morbid chandelier 

The noose cuts deep within the flesh 

They stare with hollow eyes 

It seems that fear continues 

Long after someone dies 

They all hang in here...

On rope that binds them tight 

And yet...
They disappear like angels 

After switching on the light