Turn Around      Come back to   reality   Come back through the   gates of hell (the gates of   hell)      Return to the   Gallows   Now you're standing   alone   Return to the Gallows   The   blood on my hands is cold      I   stare into your eyes   Past your   bloodshot mask   I hear your   desperate cries   Of hatred in your   past (of hatred in your   past)      As she wakes up   there's   no one left beside her (left   beside her)   As she falls down      she's getting closer to the   grave (closer to the   grave)      Hell isn't so far when   you're living like you're already   dead x2      Return to the   Gallows   Now you're standing   alone   Return to the Gallows   The   blood on my hands is cold      The   end of the line is here for   you      Turn the fuck around