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I'm feeling the heat
In that hot seat
Following your rules
And sensing defeat
Sitting there motionless
With a target on my chest
My devotion being put
To an absurdly strange test
My every answer you immerse in doubt
All you do is blame
Seeking guilt and twisting words
The routine stays the same
Under the crossfire in the witness-stand
With you proposing a vague demand
A coin won't land on its thin edge
I'm striving to give you my eternal pledge
Why do we have to suffer this trial?
And who the hell picked sides?
Why should one be prosecuted
For the passions he abides?
We were both present at the crime scene
In fact we are there still
But we don't have to take the oaths
All we need is will
