This morning there’s no rods or staffs to comfort you
Dressed as a target as you amble in your chains and
Stumble through the corridors that lead to our makeshift valley of death
In the prison’s backyard where you’ll give us your final breath
Last night I saw you dine with lovers and human tears
But glanced at me in ways that brought to life my sleeping fears
That today you’ll bite my neck and peel away the aging skin
Expose the lifeless body and the void of
Divinity within(I watch my temple fall to pieces)(x2)
So tell me when I’ve read you your rights
When the guns are in their place
When your crime’s no longer seems absurd
When your cime’s no longer absurd
What will you say
When we ask dear
What are your final words?
When your crime’s no longer absurd
What will you, what will you say Kezia?
(When) When (we) we ask
What are your final words?
What are your final words?