We

are

the

salt

of

the

Earth

In

that

we

salt

this

Earth

with

our

bo-

dies

Con-

ceived

as

a

curse

Con-

demned

as

a

chi-

ld

of

waste

We

are

born

hanged

And

we

die

in

peace

Lay

our

bo-

dies

to

rest

We

do

not

fe-

ar

death

U-

surp

our

le-

ga-

cy

Spare

us

an

e-

ter-

ni-

ty

In

Hell

We

are

no-

thing

but

a

jil-

ted

e-

xis-

tence

Con-

science

in

a

pri-

son

of

flesh

For-

sa-

ken

life

Con-

ceived

as

a

curse

Con-

demned

as

a

chi-

ld

of

waste

We

are

born

hanged

And

we

die

in

peace

One

more

se-

cond

in

this

life

And

we'll

break

Hope-

less

no-

thing-

ness

is

all

that

we

face

I

can

see

the

light

I

can

see

the

point

of

es-

cape

Bring

me

the

hang-

man

Let

me

slip

through

the

gate

No

hea-

ven

No

for-

give-

ness

Born

hanged

in-

to

a

world

To

wit-

ness

I

can

see

the

light

I

can

see

the

point

of

es-

cape

We

treat

death

as

a

long

lost

friend

He

gives

us

free-

dom

from

this

World

in

the

end

But

strike

me

down

Take

me

in-

stead

For

when

I

was

born

I

was

al-

rea-

dy

dead