Legs are trembling
Fear is surrounding
No one to wipe
Your sweat brow
Innocent eyes
Stares you from the cell
None hope's allowed
No coins in the wishing well

Liberty
Liberty
Liberty is Death

Mental disorder
Emotional disaster
Chains of salvation
Shackles of fate

Tons of pressure
Grinding our brain
You're drowning in the mud
While you dig on your own grave

We face the umpire
We hold our ground
In the eyes of the umpire
We're hell-bounded
The trial is raging
In the halls of despair
It's time to give up
Now confess!