I Hold a Grudge

Fear me… For I am the jury. Fear me… I lay down the law. I hold a grudge Like a loaded round It sits in the chamber Don’t make a sound Internal fury Burns low and slow You dug that ditch Now down you go No courthouse light No polished floor You begged for mercy This ain’t that door I am the judge I am the jury No blindfold mercy No rush, no hurry There ain’t no appeal No last defender You’re staring down The executioner You prayed for trial But this is dust Out past the lines Where verdicts rust Your words are thin Like summer rain I’ve heard that tune It sounds the same No courtroom walls No crowd to plea Just dry wind blowing And you with me No robe, no script No polished speech Just consequence Within arm’s reach I am the judge I am the jury Truth runs thicker Than your story There ain’t no deal No smooth surrender You’re face to face With executioner I walked through fire You lit the spark I learned your moves In the dark I ain’t a saint But I am exact You had your chance You can’t take it back No gavel swings No marble hall Just boot heels And a final call No robe No breath I bring the verdict I bring the death I AM Judge Jury Executioner