You nauseate by your mediocre life    Gasping for breath like a dying child    Lowering your head from the heaviness    of the stone that has kept you from your selfishness    You strumble down the path of discontent    Claw dirt with your trembling hands    Light a cigar with a golden Zippo    while you run like hell against the gallows    Gallows of God So have a cigar    You're soon going so far    Drink up your wine    You'll be just fine boy    You're a martyr of life    walking through the gallows of God       [Solo: Broberg]       You cause yourself to flee along the misery    Perishing in frustrations beyond infinity    Numb emotions flooding through your soul    Death and freedom is your everlasting goal    So over your shoulder    you throw your heavy cross    You're a matyr of life    walking through the gallows of God