an old man walks on death row
carried by fate
with his gaze lost
in emptiness
maybe he did something wrong
in his long and sad life,
or he is not guilty,
could have been a mistake
you feel a breeze on your neck
you find the stern look of a man beyond the glass
when the shadows get bigger you're ready
to leave the wrapper that has saved you so far and think:
“i wanna stay
i wanna stay
I'd like to stay at least until tomorrow
but the sounds are fading away”
justice might be wrong
but people don't care
someone will pay and
that's the important thing
it's not human to watch a
fellow man die,
no one has the right …
no one has the right …
you feel a breeze on your neck
you find the stern look of a man beyond the glass
when the shadows get bigger you're ready
to leave the wrapper that has saved you so far and think:
“i don't wanna pay
i don't wanna pay
i've already paid
I'd like to stay at least until tomorrow
but the sounds are fading away”