I've had enough - I make them see They'll never take another drop of blood from me Your judges fought their final bout I'll be your end of days
Blood in the streets, the royal fall I will do what I must till I see them crawl up to me Where they will see - I'll be your end of days
Black-robed judges bring the gavel down Goodbye, tell me all the ways that I went wrong They lock us up forever given half a chance Out of sight, out of mind - same old dance