Lyrics:
What if you give up your mansions Baptized for stones and weeds The jury has been corrupted And the victims are one unlucky breed One of you gets five One of you will die One of you will survive If you could You would be a stranger to me Better judgement pokes her gavel Kindly would you succeed? Come late inching to an open Better view where outside you will see Some of you fall down Some of you must drown Some of you will be found If you are You will be in danger with me