In The Midst - Gaze

Will she ever feel like

This again

Standing in front of the

Public jury

Her peers and her traitors

Watch the letter on her chest

Evil on her breath

Will she ever feel as

Alive as she does now

She knows exactly what she wants

And who is to decide

And how did she get here

And how will she get out

Her baby in one arm

Conscience in the other

Theres no room for

Morals or morale

He’s gone

Was never really there

Precious little can be changed now

How did she misbehave

When it felt so right

And who is to decide

Tied down to nothing

But someone else’s rules

Will she ever feel

As dead as she does now

Will she ever feel

As dead as she does now

And who is to decide