Analysis of The Hangman

 The Hangman cometh,
  The Hangmans gonna take you a way.
  Feel the noose around your neck as it
  tightens. The trap door opens, you start to
  choke. Your brain goes in shocked.

Hard to breath, your body begins to sway.
  The Hangmans got a grip on you.
  Your mind floods with memories trying to
  avoid the pain.

You start to close your eyes. The more you try  
  you feel the weight beneath your feet too
  unbearable. Start to drift, start to lose
  consciousness.

Hangman shruges never fazed behind his
  potato sack.
  Knows your fate. Fighting to hold a
  little longer. Your pulse starts to race, your
  blood starts to drain.

Hope is gone, you start to pray in your head
   The Hangman cometh with no remorse.
   Wood creaks, wood breaks a gush of air
   across your face.

The rope snaps thy mighty angel sword
  prevails. You fall feel the ground
  beneath your feet. Your body is
  numb a voice speaks to you Get Up! No time
  to waste. Like the sound of thunder crashing
  against the heavens shakes your soul

You have been given a second chance.
   The Hangman is in disbelief.
   The Hangman cometh his hand reaches.
   You close your eyes and hold your breath

You open your eyes and look to see.
   That beneath this stained potato sack.
   The Hangman was you all along.