Justice

Those eyes were

staring at me

through the glass.

A silent face

filled with anger

and despair.

I couldn't say anything more

and I couldn't clear my name.

I've been sentenced 'cause I've been dreaming

but it's too easy to sy these things...

And the eyes will stare at me again

through the cold glass

of the whole world.

And they'll sentence me again

all those moments

I feel myself

falling down.

So they'll sentence me again

for the wrong things

I have made

all days when

I've been thinking

I would have lost my strenght.

In the end they did find me

and my weapons were stained with blood

Don't remember...

but I would swear

I have been not really harmed.

So, they did find the corpses

which I don't remember having killed.

One cold morning

after a restless night

I remember I was trembling

had a blinding light in my brain

and my eyes were so tired...

Yes, a blinding light was coming down

coming down to my eyes.

What would be the point of telling the truth

when everybody wants me to forget about it...?