4. The Trial
Psychotic maniac
Driven in to court

Eyes on the ground
Hands behind the back
Killers, thieves, rapists

Judged under dark
Are we really crazy
Or we're judged by craziness


Who you are you want to judge me
Do you think you are god

$#&@ your gods and $#&@ your courts
All we're guilty damn your lives


Children driven into drugs
Slow death there is no hurry
Hypnotized don't react

The real guilty are still free
Children driven into drugs
Slow death there is no hurry

Hypnotized don't react
The real guilty are still free


Who you are you want to judge me
Do you think you are god
$#&@ your gods and $#&@ your courts

All we're guilty damn your lives