Crack of dawn
It s time to die
Death awaits me
At the corridor s end
Blessed with a touch of sin
For another man s work
Guilty as charged
I face the end

I m just another face in the crowd
I m your scapegoat to save your pride
I m just another face in the crowd
I m statistic, I m left to die

As I m waiting
To take the last walk
I smell the freedom
And taste it with my eyes
Cold sweat starts burning my skin
As the reverend starts to preach
Strapped tight
My life begins to fade

I m just another face in the crowd
I m your scapegoat to save your pride
I m just another face in the crowd
I m statistic, I m left to die

Crack of dawn
It s time to die
Death awaits me
At the corridor s end
Blessed with a touch of sin
For another man s work
Guilty as charged
I face the end

I m just another face in the crowd
I m your scapegoat to save your pride
I m just another face in the crowd
I m statistic, I m left to die