All around me are the lifeless bodies

Laying out on the cold, hard street.

Their eyes are closed, so maybe they're sleeping?

That's a nice thought, but what about the children weeping?

They're cranky, that's all there is to it.

It's past their bedtime, and they need some sleep,

Which is what their parents are doing on the street.

And why can't they be asleep? That's what my mind is telling me.

And it's not a fantasy, if my mind is my reality, right?

I just want to make this easier, but I'm not kidding myself.

What a cold heart you have, deciding the fate of the people.

You're not a judge, you're not the law, or an executioner.

Ha, what a laugh, you executed all these people.

My fingers are twitching; my hands are shaking.

Dying to strang...no....nevermind. I can't go there.

I'm not going to decide your fate like you decided theirs.

I hope you get what's coming to you and I hope that makes you scared.

I hope you're judged justly for the people who are forever sleeping.

Sleeping yes, they can be sleeping.

But that's not as bad as the children you left weeping.