In his treacherous witness
He told lies to the judge, I suppose
About our own shyness
To come the end, he was close

I imagine the perfect sight
To deny that decease will soothe
Those uneasy hearts in that night
To sleep tranquil and not moody

For my right of complain
For my blood stain
For I am the rejected person
My life was made and gone

I don't want my family barred
In the heaven's door
Because I pay the ticket
To be pure and whore

For my right of complain
For my blood stain
For I am the rejected person
My life was made and gone

I run in circles every moment
To find the labyrinth outlet
But I'm calling you to help
The brain's set

For my right of complain
For my blood stain
For I am the rejected person
My life was made and gone
But now I go home