The court is in session
Another criminal has been caught
He struggled and he fought
But he's no match for the law
The judge sits there and bangs the gavel
Now watch as the plot unravels
As the judge yells out Order
The man sits there with his hands over his face...
[Chorus]
Now!
The evidence is right here!
Four shotgun shells!
The jury yelled out he's going to hell!
But no!
He's just another innocent!
Is this what justice really is!
Im watching with pain in my eyes
As i see yet another man die
He's clueless on whats going on
They said he killed his lover Dawn
He sat there with confusion in his eyes
As the jury yelled out their pathetic lies
The judge just starred at the man
Does he really believe he did it...?
[Chorus]
Now!
The evidence is right here!
Four shotgun shells!
The jury yelled out he's going to hell!
But no!
He's just another innocent!
Is this what justice really is!
I cant just sit here and watch this suffering...
I stood up as the whole courts eyes set on me...
I glanced up at the ceiling...
Then i went straight to kneeling...
As i said why would you behead the innocent?
Everyone kept their eyes locked on me...
I was thinking they thought i was insane...
Then i asked them the truth of pain...
As i said why would you behead the innocent...
As i said why would you behead the innocent...
Why...
[Chorus]
Now!
The evidence is right here!
Four shotgun shells!
The jury yelled out he's going to hell!
But no!
He's just another innocent!
Is this what justice really is!
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And if someone was there
To teach me how to breathe
I wouldn't stop to listen
I wouldn't share the breeze
I have the curse called gluttony
I have a friend named greed
I suffered on wounds
They gave me the hope that I need
So when people threw their words
Right in my face
I'd shrug it off and walk into my own space
And when they never see me again, they'll wonder...
-Me (Henry Morris Dellavalle Jr.)
To teach me how to breathe
I wouldn't stop to listen
I wouldn't share the breeze
I have the curse called gluttony
I have a friend named greed
I suffered on wounds
They gave me the hope that I need
So when people threw their words
Right in my face
I'd shrug it off and walk into my own space
And when they never see me again, they'll wonder...
-Me (Henry Morris Dellavalle Jr.)