Thank you.Thank you.See what's wrongCause I'm so tired of singing aloneMy story starts in a court of lawWhere a man is on trial for his lifeThe courtroom is tenseAnd the jury is outDeciding the prisoner's fateBut the prisoner himselfA tall man with glossy black hairAnd piercing eyesSits guarding with his lawyerHis daughter NoraAnd his son-in-law Harry WilsonWaiting for the fateful versionHe insulted meHe called me a mountain bankA charlatan, a tricksterHe called a great windOut of paperHe diedLet it comeOh Father, I'm sorryWatch the birds up above my headOh, I was a victim of itOh Father, I'm sorrySee the world awayI'm a victim, it's all too soonOh Father, I'm sorryOh Father, I'm sorryOh Father, I'm sorryI'm no fear for meThe foolsThey too think that I'm an imposter and tricksterThey shall learn differentFather, you just stand upFather, you just stand upThe prisoner will rise very well.I'll stand up so that they will recognize my face againwhen they see it suddenly in the nightand know that death has come to claim them.Bouncing off the walls inside this monkey mindAn echo chamber made of nerves and boneEvery night that ends leads to a sun that shinesNo matter how it feels there must be hopeCause I'm sick of always running out of rope