The Trial

All my senses rebel

Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze

Until you left her to the...???

A journey I'll never make again

For those who have accepted the burden of shame

For the innocent only words will remain

And our lives will be forced to ??? days

The perpetrators of our own bastard ways

All my senses rebel

Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze

Until you left her to the...???

A journey I'll never make again

I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes

A witness to events that went to this point in time

With traditions enshrined our hands would be close tied

We'll never survive the great test of time

Deliver me from these feverish eyes

They threaten to advance our state of mind

I'm just an imposter, is that a small surprise?

A sense of guilt

A sense of guilt

A sense of guilt

A sense of guilt

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