A crime was commit inside my head
The killing of my connection with my source and fate,
And I am as always the usual suspect.
I have no clue if I am wrong and my alibi is not that strong.
Found guilty of charge in my own court,
Without defense I´m the prosecutor and the judge.
Sentenced lead me imprisoned for a long time,
Into a dark and messy space that is my mind.
There is no bail, appeal, or parole,
Just do my time and atone my sins.
Rehabilitated from myself being,
I will face my death then I´ll be free.