You take someone
Tie him to a table
Get a room full of people
To watch his life leave him
In a passing glance
Written off no chance
Elbow to the front
For a taste of the poison wine
And he was guilty, til proven fit to die
Stumbled before the charges, you could just see it
I need to ensure
That your hate is pure
Cold hands
Throttling this land
Once they’re noticed
It is all you see
Strong, defiant
Doing as they please
And he was guilty, til proven fit to die
Stumbled before the charges, you could just see it