Smell the stench  It's something that won't wash off  Look at me, touch me  I need you to feel the guilt    And did it bring you wealth  For all the money I got  Doesn't relate to any extend  The sacrifice, my lost    Now you spent it on some delirious drugs  Which brings you lower again  You're useless, a pesticide  A sickness that won't heal  If I still had the choice  On deciding upon your life  A thousand needles in a one way out    Look at me, touch me  I need you to feel the guilt  Smell the stench  It's something that won't wash off    For me the victim an open casket funeral  For the accused, he's innocent  Not to blame    Raised upon this wicked world  His mother was a whore  Earning crack, cracked she was  Killed when he was four    Father dear, dear he was  An angel brought up in hell    Sister cried: Daddy hurts  Hurt indeed she was    Now I call the witness, me  To the stand  And try to tell the truth  For the truth is now revealed  The jury loudly chants  The crowd they enter to    For all they want  Is blood on their hands  Blood in, blood out