This is my life, a piece of paper in your hands 
You play the big guy 
You’re behind the scenes of the crime 
You don’t push the button 
You pronounce the death sentence 
Then you put me on hold, your henchmen to kill me 
Could you ever kill a man with your own hands 
Tell me how strong you would be 
If you were forced to execute me !? 
YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH 
YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH 

You really believe. 
You’re going to church on Sunday. 
You could do no harm 
You represent the public opinion 
I guess you don’t know 
What‘s going to happen that morning 
Or you simply suppress that you’re a murderer 
Could you ever sleep well at night, if I’d face you 
Tell me how grateful you’d be 
If your own hands had to kill me !? 
YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH 
YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH