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?