The Judge

Inside of this cell, I feel no peace

The voices inside, haunting me

If I should die, let it be known

It was all worth the price of the pain that I've owned

The judge and the jury, the sinners and saints

All gather 'round, like moths to a flame

The noose and the gallows, the hangman's dead eyes

Death in the distance, awaiting my demise

Awaiting my demise

The rope tightens 'round, the silence spreads through

Cold wind surrounds as my judgement is due

The ground falls beneath me, struggling for air

I slowly descend, I will not be spared

A dark horse appears with fire in its eyes

A rider approaches as the life leaves my eyes

A veiled hand extends, she says, "Son, it's time

Though it's not fair, it's the end of the line

It's the end of the line for you."