The Fruit of Idle Rebellion

We’ve run till we’ve bled But we’ve run out of time Our legs feel like lead From the weight of our crime We didn’t care for the laws We were cold and rebelled Rebels without cause And now our trials are held With a jury my peers And a judge from my past Choke down their jeers Reap the rewards at long last Cause we reap what we sow And we’ve sown only sin Cause it’s all that we know And there’s no way to win It’s all just a dream From which I can’t wake Your tears are a stream And your body it shakes But not like mine will When I’m strapped to the chair And the air it will fill With the burning of hair With the burning of me As I twist and I scream And you can’t bear to see The death of a dream There’s nothing to show For why your tears are shed We died long ago Our blood has all bled My heart’s long been dark And my thoughts long been cold Your knife found its mark Now I’ll never grow old Cause death lasts forever Death comes too fast But never say never Cause our time is soon past