A blindfold covers his weeping face, armed guards on either side. Poor kid\'s a victim of fate, wrong place at the wrong time. Sitting patient on the bench, cuffed and hating the world. Our prisoner knows he\'s guilty of nothing, but there\'s another story to be told. All that he\'s killed are his dreams, forgotten and burning to ash. He shouldn\'t be sitting here, waiting to die, but his freedom was not meant to last. The gallows now creep closer! Clouds all flock to see! Frantic mother hides her face, and wonders what would never be. The slipknot sinches tighter, the platform falls away! Hundreds cheer while innocence chokes and fades to grey.
It won\'t hurt to close your eyes
Drift away for the final time
No such thing as prison
No one commits crime