In the Midst

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