Dressed as a target as you amble in your chains

Stumble through the corridors that lead to our makeshift valley of death

The prison's backyard where you'll give us your final breath

Last night I saw you dine with lovers and human tears

But glanced at me in ways that brought to life my sleeping fears

That today you'll bite my neck and peel away the aging skin

Expose the lifeless body and the void divinity within



So tell me when I've read you your rights

When the guns are in their place

When your crime no longer seems absurd



What will you say Kezia when we ask what are your final words?