A court is in session, a verdict is in.
No appeal on the docket today, just my own sin.
The walls are cold and pale, the cage made of steel.
Screams fill the room, alone I drop and kneel.
Silence now the sound, my breath the only motion around.
Demons cluttering around, my face showing no emotion.
Shackled by by sentence, expecting no return.
Here there is no penance, my skin begins to burn.
