I'm Not The Man
(专辑: Our Time In Eden - 1992)
It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the
walls until the
cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. He rules a
crowded nation inside his mind. He knows that night like his hand. He knows every move he made. Late shift, the
bell that rang, a
time card won't fade. 10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05 he climbed his stair, about the
time he was accused of being there. But I'm not the
man. He goes free as I
wait on the
row for the
man to test the
rope he'll slip around my throat... and silence me. On the
day he was tried no witnesses testified. Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify. His own confession was a
prosecutor's prize, made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies. But I'm not the
man. He goes free as the
candle vigil glows, as they burn my clothes. As the
crowd cries, "Hang him slow!" and I
feel my blood go cold, he goes free. Call out the
KKK, they're wild after me. And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal, they'd love to serve me up my final meal. Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal? Who struck this devil's deal?