[Intro – whispered, trembling]
Tomorrow hangs like a shadow above me,
A rope in the sky, whispering softly,
“Will you stand or will you swing?”
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[Verse 1]
I’ve been dragging my shame through the dirt and the rain,
Every night a battlefield carved in my veins.
The clock keeps ticking like a blade in my chest,
Counting down the hours ‘til I’m put to the test.
I don’t see faces, just ghosts in the hall,
Every word feels like a hammer fall.
This isn’t living — it’s a sentence served,
In a cell built from everything I deserved.
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[Pre-Chorus]
I tied my regrets into knots in my head,
Every failure a whisper that says I’m better off dead.
But somewhere beneath all this skin and sorrow,
I’m praying for a way out of the noose of tomorrow.
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[Chorus]
This noose of tomorrow, it’s tightening slow,
A promise of silence where the lost souls go.
I’m choking on secrets, I’m drowning in sin,
But maybe this rope could pull me back in.
If I can break it, if I can stand,
If I can cut the cord with my trembling hand —
The noose of tomorrow won’t claim me tonight,
I’ll crawl through the darkness and claw toward the light.
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[Verse 2]
Every smile I fake is a gun at my head,
A trigger half-pulled by the words they said.
I wear shame like a shroud, like a funeral crown,
Praying my knees don’t just give out now.
The mirror’s a liar, it calls me a ghost,
But I’m still breathing, even if it hurts most.
And if this is my last night, let me be clear —
I’m still screaming, still fighting, through all this fear.
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[Bridge – whispered, breaking]
Knots in the rope, knots in my veins,
Nothing but shadows, nothing but pain.
But somewhere inside, a voice starts to grow,
A whisper of rage saying “Don’t let go…”
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[Chorus – heavier, distorted]
This noose of tomorrow, it’s tightening slow,
A promise of silence where the lost souls go.
I’m choking on secrets, I’m drowning in sin,
But maybe this rope could pull me back in.
If I can break it, if I can stand,
If I can cut the cord with my trembling hand —
The noose of tomorrow won’t claim me tonight,
I’ll crawl through the darkness and claw toward the light.
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[Outro – fading, almost a prayer]
Tomorrow’s noose still hangs in the sky,
But tonight, I’ll fight, I refuse to die.
The rope may whisper, but I whisper back —
“I’m not your victim, I’m taking me back.”
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