Crack of dawn It s time to die Death awaits me At the corridor s end Blessed with a touch of sin For another man s work Guilty as charged I face the end
I m just another face in the crowd I m your scapegoat to save your pride I m just another face in the crowd I m statistic, I m left to die
As I m waiting To take the last walk I smell the freedom And taste it with my eyes Cold sweat starts burning my skin As the reverend starts to preach Strapped tight My life begins to fade
I m just another face in the crowd I m your scapegoat to save your pride I m just another face in the crowd I m statistic, I m left to die
Crack of dawn It s time to die Death awaits me At the corridor s end Blessed with a touch of sin For another man s work Guilty as charged I face the end
I m just another face in the crowd I m your scapegoat to save your pride I m just another face in the crowd I m statistic, I m left to die