For you, a vague judgment of 5000 years penal labor. Denial of innocence is probatio diabolica
You say you're a puppet? So why would the gods say
"Let the punishment fit the crime"?
Even if I'm told to "beg for forgiveness," it's not like you can point out what I haven't done
Let's sing the praises of trumped-up charges! With this, I'm just a head on a stake
But that's none of your business, is it?
Come on! Here and now, among the spectators, point out what lies at justice's feet
Go ahead and pull that sort of face. There's still no clearing up those doubtful eyes
The die has been cast. The eyelids have drooped shut. No matter how you thrash about in denial
It seems like there's no longer anywhere you can go
When it comes to the falsification of charges, the status quo is an utterly fictitious masquerade. Construct the concealment!
I lay the groundwork from the top down. The messengers are swift, the neighborhood goes up in flames, and it's bedlam in my head
For you, a vague judgment of 5000 years penal labor. Denial of innocence is probatio diabolica
Puppets and practice make for an obvious demonstration. But taking mitigating circumstances into account, the verdict is inhumane
Come, come, everyone—a round of applause!
Come on! Here and now, among the spectators, point out what lies at justice's feet
Go ahead and pull that sort of face. There's still no clearing up those doubtful eyes
The die has been cast. The eyelids have drooped shut. No matter how you thrash about in denial
It seems like there's no longer anywhere you can go
If things were going to turn out this way, I might as well have made the crime fit the punishment
Morals and ethics were lost long ago in this merciless dystopia
My path of retreat is cut off to the right, to the left, and behind—now it's checkmate
"Goodbye, world! You were totally inconsequential!"
And so I took the devil's hand