Из альбома: Shadow Weaver

All wired up with no one to kick
But myself in a cell and an ape
With a stick who's bigger than me

Complains that he's sick of my story

They spy on me. They spike my tea
Deny my pleas for a shower, a shave
A shambles, a slave
They're digging my grave. There's no name on...
The blame's on

I'm guilty.

Guilty man got loaded dice
Guilty man can't pay the price
Guilty man, he's got no friends
Guilty man, it never ever ends

the voice in the wall says it's in my head
Yet there's bars on the windows; I'm tied to the bed
When the clock hammers 12 on All Sufferer's Night,
hungry deathbirds from Hell have a feast on my eyes.

I roll boulders up mountains
I hang on a cross
The original sinner
I'm counting the cost

Come on, bill me! I'm guilty!

Guilty man got loaded dice
Guilty man can't pay the price
Guilty man, he's got no friends
Guilty man, it never ever ends

You're guilty!

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