A Game of Cat and Mouse

We made our beds to lie in them proud, proud of our great mistakes

I'll follow your every move in a stride that wills disguise 

and now it's all down hill from here 

Body separating, ascend and release, This tragedy is all my fault.

So let's hang us a hangman, we'll bury our burdens in blood

In all, we all, are truly afraid

The end is now starting...oh, so please just take your seat.

You’re too old enough to cry your sorry eyes out over the world

The absolute martyr, etching into me

Victims pay the price eventually

With every waking breath, Until you decide to wake up.

Hardened in hell through its fires; Be brutally honest, was it better before me?

In the seventh turning hour, will the victims shadow fall?

Oh you wear your facade so well, covered up in a plastic shell 

You weren't worth what I thought of you.

In our sleep there's more to this nightmare

My guess, I'm missing out the punch line, Unless this hanging noose 

is fitted to be all mine

And when the answer that you want is in the question that you state

we're one and the same...deranged.