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Here’s the jury

I realize the masquerade

They know the verdict as much as I do:

Too poor to be defended with dignity

I’m the perfect scapegoat of society

My lawyer is not working on my case but on his reputation

I’d better hope

They hate my face and do not consider evidence is found everywhere

Darkness in the air

On the death row

15 years I’ve been stuck in jail

For 15 years I’ve been waiting for the d-day

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be facing my deeds

I’ll be seeing in their eyes sadness and hatred

Convinced deep inside I was a murderer

But struggling to show I wasn’t guilty

These right men they do not care

Obviously they must find someone to blame

On the death row

Eventually they’re gonna have what they want

But does this legal murder make them feel better?

On the death row