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The Judge - Acoustic

de Shawn James

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 own

The Judge and the jury
The Sinners and Saints
All gather round
Like moth to a flame
The noose and the gallows
The hangman's dead eyes
Death in the distance
Awaiting my demise
Awaiting my demise

A rope tightens around
A silence spreads through
Cold winds 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 it's eyes
The rider approaches
As the life leaves my eyes
The 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

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