Behind My Eyes lyrics

...in his thoughts the murderer blames the ones who pass the laws,
sentence to death and file the cases away. In his eyes they commit a
murder, planned and legalized by the government. He asks himself: Could
they ever kill a man with their own hands?...

This is my life, a piece of paper in your hands
You play the big guy
You`re behind the scenes of the crime
You don`t push the button
You pronounce the death sentence
Then you put me on hold, your henchmen to kill me
Could you ever kill a man with your own hands
Tell me how strong you would be
If you were forced to execute me!?
YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH
YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH

You really believe.
You`re going to church on Sunday.
You could do no harm
You represent the public opinion
I guess you don`t know
What`s going to happen that morning
Or you simply suppress that you`re a murderer
Could you ever sleep well at night, if I`d face you
Tell me how grateful you`d be
If your own hands had to kill me!?
YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH
YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH