The accused will rise to be torn in two

guilty of nothing but loving you
this is the judgement

And I'm willing to plead

how you don't want me
hoping this torment will cease

Will I be released?

There'll be lies, there'll be tears

a jury of your peers
Hand down the judgement
with a pitiful lack of experience

And if I done wrong

and loved you too long

Stand up and just testify


How can I deny?

Objection overruled
with the trust of the deceived
I wait for my reprieve
the wisdom of the fool

It's his sorrowful face

too heavy for his head

cos he bowed it as something come over him

it was the judgement

He falls to his knees

Have mercy on me
He clings to the hem of her gown

She says, "Just take him down."