A Piece Of Your Flesh Lyrics

A Piece Of Your Flesh 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