This cubist court room of life
Tribunal genocide
Deformed faces still
Featureless- mentally blind
Mentally blind
All I see - is some light among the sutures of my eyes
I see-this eternal black ink of lies on my death certificate
This cubist court room of life
Hand to hand brandishing
Why are you pointing at me
My eyes are sewed I can not see
False witness is the charge against me
Give your bureaucratic knife
Hand to hand brandishing
Since it points at me
Stab in me deep within