The settling of my every step…
Inching off of the earth…
Is magnified by the things I’ve done,
The thing that I’ve become.

Every lift of my hand…
Coffee cup, up and back…
Is magnified by the things I’ve done,
The things I’ve seen, the things I’ve caused…

I’m a dead man walking.

The hammer that I once brought down
Now hovers over me…
Casts a shadow…a cross unto me.

The hallways are all mocking me…
What I’ve become… they’re all mocking me…

I’m a dead man walking.