It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. 它爬在他的背上，永远不会让他。

Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. 盯着墙壁，直到煤渣块能呼吸。

His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. 他的眼睛已经逃跑过一次。

He rules a crowded nation inside his mind. 他掌管一个拥挤的国家在他的脑海。

   

He knows that night like his hand. 他知道，像晚上他的手。

He knows every move he made. 他知道，他每次做动作。

Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade. 晚班，即按响了门铃，一时间卡也不会褪色。

10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05他的卡车拉回家。

10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused of being there. 10:05他爬上他的台阶，有关他被指控在那里的时间。

   

But I'm not the man. 但我不是那个人。

He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test the rope he'll slip around my throat... 他去自由，因为我等待行的人来测试绳子，他会滑倒在我的喉咙......

and silence me. 和我保持沉默。

   

On the day he was tried no witnesses testified. 事发当天他被审判没有证人作证。

Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify. 无非是证据，不是很难伪造。

His own confession was a prosecutor's prize, 他自己供认是检察官的奖金，

made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies. 由恐惧愤怒，和彻底的谎言。

   

But I'm not the man. 但我不是那个人。

He goes free as the candle vigil glows, as they burn my clothes. 他去自由的烛光守夜发光，为他们烧了我的衣服。

As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!" and I feel my blood go cold, he goes free. 随着人群呼喊， “绞死他慢！ ”我觉得我的血去寒，他去自由。

   

Call out the KKK, they're wild after me. 召唤出三K党，他们之后我疯狂。

And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal, 有了这样疯狂的半疯狂的热情的样子，

they'd love to serve me up my final meal. 他们很想为我，我最后一顿。

Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal? 谁愿意看我的最后的仪式，听我的最后一次上诉？

Who struck this devil's deal? 谁打这个魔鬼的交易？