I stand
accussed by their lies
The truths In my eyes
But they\'re blinded
By Prejudice
Take me
Far from judgement
Far from dirt that
They kick in my eyes
My hands
Are down by my side
My body resigned
To recieving
They\'re punishment
Save me
From there verdict
From there words that
Cut deep like a knife
You will
Never find me
Drifting slowy
Down the river Jordan
I will
Cross that river
So you can find me
A dead man walking free