My hands are pressed against bars of cold steel
and it's hard to tell on which side I stand,
but there's no escaping the way I feel
whilst knowing that no judge will understand.
I can't figure out if I am in jail
or if I'm keeping the world locked away
in either case justice does not prevail
so this empty cell is where I still stay.
I'm hoping someone will give me a fair trial
or maybe it's me who decides their fate
and if the proceedings may take a while
I hope the verdict doesn't fall too late.
In light of evidence, I hope I'll see
that I am the one holding the key.
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