It all began when they took me from my home and put me on death row, a crime for which
I'm totally innocent, you know.
I began to warm and chill to objects and their fuels, a ragged cup, a twisted mop, the face
of Jesus in my suit, those sinister dinner deals, the meal trolleys' wicked wheels, a
hook bone rising from my food, and all things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting, and I think my head is burning, and in a way I'm yearning
to be done with all this weighing of the truth, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
and in a way I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
I hear stories from the chamber, Christ was born into a manger, and like some ragged stranger
he died upon the cross, might I say it seems so fitting in its way, he was a carpenter
by trade, or at least that's what I'm told.
My kill hands tattooed evil across its brother's fist, that filthy five, they did nothing to
challenge or resist.
In heaven his throne is made of gold, the ark of his testament is stowed, a throne from
which I'm told all history does unfold.
It's made of wood and wire, and my body is on fire, and God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb, my head is shaved, my head is wired, and like a moth that tries
to enter the bright eye, I go shuffling out of life just to hide in death awhile.
And in a way I never lie.
And the mercy seat is waiting, and I think my head is burning, and in a way I'm yearning
to be done with all this weighing of the truth, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
and in a way I told the truth, and I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning, and I think my head is glowing, and in a way I'm hoping
to be done with all this twisting of the truth, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
and in a way there was no proof, and I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing, and I think my head is smoking, and in a way I'm hoping
to be done with all these looks of disbelief, a life for a life and a truth for a truth,
and I've got nothing left to lose, and I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is smoking, and I think my head is melting, and in a way that's helping
to be done with all this twisting of the truth, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
and in a way I told the truth, but I'm afraid I told a lie.
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