I'm writing reports of the days and the nights,
Locked up for years in a measure of mind,
When with a net of nothing i was trying to catch
The motions of a mind and the methods of a crime
I never saw the chance
And never what i held in my hands
I never saw the chance
And never what i held in my hands
The lights are all red in this town where i'm killed
By exhausts and alcohols that dry out my skin
I never had a clue of the role that i played,
But that's the condition and the price that we pay
I never saw the chance
And never what i held in my hands
I never saw the chance
And never what i held in my hands