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I often wonder why I sit and wait to die
What have I done to justify the sentence they gave?
Too many hours spent in darkness questioning
How and why?
I can't remember many moments in the light
This retribution has defiled me to no end
An execution without merit looms ahead
Tell me why!
I was a boy who had to live his own way
I never fit into the model they had designed
I chose a path less taken
I stood with others who had often felt the same
We got stares from passersby
Our dark attire seemed to frighten people away
And when the three young boys died
They pointed fingers and entangled us in a lie!
No hope in sight
Chorus:

I sit here terrified!
Can't someone try to bring the truth to light?
Won't anybody open up their eyes?
Before the three of us have lost our lives!
Why was everybody so damn afraid?
They blamed the devil for the heinousness of the crime
And to justify their own faith
We were labeled pawns of Satan for a time
The three of us were attacked and disgraced
For many hours we were questioned and someone lied
One of us couldn't take it
His simple manner was manipulated in kind
Fear made him lie
Chorus
Now I am terrified!
Can't someone try to bring the truth to light?
Won't anybody open up their eyes?
Before the three of us have lost our lives!
And Why?
Can't anybody see through their disguise?!
Only believe we didn't take their lives!
And now the three of us have lost our lives
I often wonder why I sit and wait to die
What have I done to justify the sentence they gave?
Too many hours spent in darkness questioning
How and why?
I can't remember many moments in the light
This retribution has defiled me to no end
An execution without merit looms ahead
Tell me why

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After three albums across as many labels, the duo, Dean Blunt and Inga Copeland, also of the group Hype Williams, release their debut Hyperdub LP, "Black Is Beautiful". The album is laced with their signature hazy glow and is full of crunched eurovision lullabies, kinetic drum machine jams, unsettling funk, smeared walls of synth, moments of unadulterated opiated bliss, mogadon rap, infinite coughs and insights into the odd sexual behaviour of crackers.

Read more about Dean Blunt and Inga Copeland on Last.fm.


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