Die on a rope de The Distillers

Tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope?
tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die?
i wish that you didn't love me no more, i've been dead for years,
i wish that you didn't own me no more, i've been here before.
tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope?
tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope?
tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope?
tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die?
no i won't want to draw the blood from your neck, spill the lies in your bed.
i will give you a holy white rose, cut the tongue from your head.
tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope?
tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope?
tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope?
tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die on a rope?
tell me something, tell me something, will i die, will i die?
i belong to a line of red scent, teach the heart to reflect.
the wound is wise for primal black eyes theres a scarlet letter in my chest.