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”