I watch the police cars drive by
I hear citizens cry
I smell the rotten death
Whoever did it I shall thank
As it was for my best
I live in peace
Ever since I was put to rest
Every since I was carried away
Don't you see the blood-stained ground?
Tortuous hands lie unfound
But they are upon this blood-stained road
For it was I who hoped
Someone would crush my bones
And my helpless body would be thrown
When I asked for this
I had one wish
I wished others would tell
I have been put to death
And I live quite well
