The Man Who Would Not Die

I have a noose around my neck it is spun from my hopes and dreams the ones who wronged and now are choking me The hanging man, I am not hanged to martyr's breath I must now cling until I face those who did this to me On and on, I'm cursed to live cursed with life until I have done what must be done I am the man... Who would not die They made these gallows from black light but the shining light of this truth will make them crumble and I will be free To take back what once was mine and then from gallows of bright steel Hang them with the same rope they made for me On and on, I'm cursed to live cursed with life until I have done what must be done Hang them high with their own lies when their necks break then I have done what must be done I am the man... Who would not die On and on, I'm cursed to live... I am the man who would not die