Turn AroundnnCome back tonrealitynCome back through thengates of hell (the gates ofnhell)nnReturn to thenGallowsnNow you're standingnalonenReturn to the GallowsnThenblood on my hands is coldnnInstare into your eyesnPast yournbloodshot masknI hear yourndesperate criesnOf hatred in yournpast (of hatred in yournpast)nnAs she wakes upnthere'snno one left beside her (leftnbeside her)nAs she falls downnnshe's getting closer to thengrave (closer to thengrave)nnHell isn't so far whennyou're living like you're alreadyndead x2nnReturn to thenGallowsnNow you're standingnalonenReturn to the GallowsnThenblood on my hands is coldnnThenend of the line is here fornyounnTurn the fuck around