looking at the sun for the last time as a free man with cuffs around his hands he walks through the lonely doors razor wire army stand guard against escape while the fences and the concrete cling boldly to the floor when the cell door closes all he can think of is what was i thinking when reality sinks in he buries his face in his hands no matter what those hands have done they re no different than my own these hands these hands will all plead guilty in the end terrified and lonely beyond imagination he slips into a daydream he knows he s had before bright hallucinations run rampant through a mind that s been beaten down and broken by a world that is no more when the clock tower bellows all of the memories are ripped into pieces when reality sinks in he buries his face in his hands no matter what those hands have done they re no different than my own these hands these hands will all plead guilty in the end something s wrong here why should anyone choose death to save a lying thief like me show who you are sound the alarm this is something we ve seen before no matter what those hands have done they re no different than my own these hands these hands will all plead guilty in the end we ll all plead guilty2