I M Not The Man lyrics

It crawls on his back, won`t ever let him be.
Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe.
His eyes have gone away, escaping over time.
He rules a crowded nation inside his mind.

He knows that night like his hand.
He knows every move he made.
Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won`t fade.
10:05 his truck pulled home.
10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused of being there.

But I`m not the man.
He goes free as I wait on the row for the man
to test the rope he`ll slip around my throat... and silence me.

On the day he was tried no witness testified.
Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify.
His own confession was a prosecutor`s prize,
made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies.

But I`m not the man.
He goes free as the candle vigil glows, as they burn my clothes.
As the crowd cries, `Hang him slow!` and I feel my blood go cold, he goes free.

Call out the KKK, they`re wild after me.
And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal,
they`d love to serve me up my final meal.

Who`ll read my final rite and hear my last appeal?
Who struck this devil`s deal
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