In a corner of a round room
Since the rebirth of the silver moon, I sit
Waiting for a righteous trial
Like a fallen soldier in denial

Hoping like a scared kitten
They’d be kind with their decision
They’d be human and not just men
As I was, when shooting at them

But how kind were my bullets
To the people who’d never done me wrong
Even those inside my gun
Waiting to be fired, one by one

In their eyes I am looking at
Seeking for forgiveness
Hoping for a teardrop
That will make my suffer stop

I call myself a man,
A human
I call myself names
Where I should be a no-name, a forgotten letter

How much a life is worth
On this sinful blackened earth
From our death and back to birth
How much a life is worth