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

Fuck your gods and fuck 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

Fuck your gods and fuck your courts

All we're guilty damn your lives