Those eyes were   staring at me   through the glass.   A silent face   filled with anger   filled with blind hate   and despair.   I couldn't say anything more   and I couldn't clear my name.   I've been sentenced 'cause I've been dreaming   but it's too easy to sy these things...   And the eyes will stare at me again   through the cold glass   of the whole world.   And they'll sentence me again   all those moments   I feel myself   falling down.   So they'll sentence me again   for the wrong things   I have made   all days when   I've been thinking   I would have lost my strenght.   In the end they did find me   and my weapons were stained with blood   Don't remember...   but I would swear   I have been not really harmed.   So, they did find the corpses   which I don't remember having killed.   One cold morning   after a restless night   I remember I was trembling   had a blinding light in my brain   and my eyes were so tired...   Yes, a blinding light was coming down   coming down to my eyes.   What would be the point of telling the truth   when everybody wants me to forget about it...?