My Life Sentence
I would have fixed it but there wasn't time
Time, time, time
I fixed the rhythm but fucked the rhyme
Rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
I am a prophet like David Karesh
Here to take you home unless
This is My guilt and hubris, made flesh
Get me the court of appeals, I can present new evidence
I need the governor to commute this life sentence
The great monster of my dark past
Made to keep me in this caste
Brought to life as a mighty vengeance
Here to punish me for my sins
Where nemesis can begin
For this deprivation is my penance
The devil and I fall in.
Scattered under the skin.
And we'll hang our hats up on the crossroads
When characters are shades of grey
It's hard to call it foul play
There's nowhere left for me to run from serving this life sentence
I would have fixed it but there wasn't time
Time, time, time
I fixed the rhythm but fucked the rhyme
Rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
I am a prophet like David Karesh
Here to take you home unless
This is my guilt and hubris, made flesh
Get me the court of appeals, I can present new evidence
I need the governor to commute this life sentence
The devil and I fall in.
Scattered under the skin.
And we'll hang our hats up on the crossroads
When characters are shades of grey
It's hard to call it foul play
There's nowhere left for me to run from serving this life sentence
I would have fixed it but there wasn't time
Time, time, time
I fixed the rhythm but fucked the rhyme
Rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
I am a prophet like David Karesh
Here to take you home unless
This is, my guilt and hubris
Made Flesh
Get me the court of appeals, I can present new evidence
I need the governor to commute this life sentence
The devil and I fall in.
Scattered under the skin.
And we'll hang our hats up on the crossroads
When characters are shades of grey
It's hard to call it foul play
There's nowhere left for me to run from serving this life sentence
Time, time, time
I fixed the rhythm but fucked the rhyme
Rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
I am a prophet like David Karesh
Here to take you home unless
This is My guilt and hubris, made flesh
Get me the court of appeals, I can present new evidence
I need the governor to commute this life sentence
The great monster of my dark past
Made to keep me in this caste
Brought to life as a mighty vengeance
Here to punish me for my sins
Where nemesis can begin
For this deprivation is my penance
The devil and I fall in.
Scattered under the skin.
And we'll hang our hats up on the crossroads
When characters are shades of grey
It's hard to call it foul play
There's nowhere left for me to run from serving this life sentence
I would have fixed it but there wasn't time
Time, time, time
I fixed the rhythm but fucked the rhyme
Rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
I am a prophet like David Karesh
Here to take you home unless
This is my guilt and hubris, made flesh
Get me the court of appeals, I can present new evidence
I need the governor to commute this life sentence
The devil and I fall in.
Scattered under the skin.
And we'll hang our hats up on the crossroads
When characters are shades of grey
It's hard to call it foul play
There's nowhere left for me to run from serving this life sentence
I would have fixed it but there wasn't time
Time, time, time
I fixed the rhythm but fucked the rhyme
Rhyme, rhyme, rhyme
I am a prophet like David Karesh
Here to take you home unless
This is, my guilt and hubris
Made Flesh
Get me the court of appeals, I can present new evidence
I need the governor to commute this life sentence
The devil and I fall in.
Scattered under the skin.
And we'll hang our hats up on the crossroads
When characters are shades of grey
It's hard to call it foul play
There's nowhere left for me to run from serving this life sentence
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Writer(s): Mark Fredrickson
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