D/E/A/D

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