The Court

Do you know, why you've been guilty for?
You deny, this shell full of pain
That you had, the weight of the world on your back
Like a feather, balancing the damned

Now I'm in front of myself
Judging my own acts
Blaming me for everything
That I regret

But freedom has no value if it's not included
The freedom to make mistakes

I'll remember, when you fell to your knees
When your tears, drop down into hollow
When your guilt, was eating you alive
Even with, the sweetest forgiveness

Now I'm in front of myself
Judging my own acts
Blaming me for everything
That I regret

But freedom has no value if it's not included
The freedom to make mistakes

Look straight inside me
The jury of myself
Now I'm setenced to death
In the room of my regrets

Cursing this window
Seeing I'm wasting away
Begging to move Forward
Fooling myself whit this crown of thorns

The court!

Now I'm in front of myself
Judging my own acts
Blaming me for everything
That I regret

But freedom has no value if it's not included
The freedom to make mistakes