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
The lights are all red in this town
Where i'm k**ed 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