| Sailing on my every step | |
| Inching off of the earth... | |
| It's magnified | |
| by the things I've done | |
| The thing that I've become | |
| Every lift of my hand, | |
| Coffee cup up and back, | |
| Is magnified | |
| by the things I've done | |
| The things I've seen, the things I've caused, | |
| I'm a dead man walking. | |
| The hammer that I once brought down now hovers over me. | |
| Casts a shadow, a cross/across onto me. | |
| The hallways are all mocking me. | |
| What I've become they're all mocking me. | |
| I'm a dead man walking. A dead man walking. A dead man walking. | |
| I'm a dead man walking. Dead man walking. Dead man walking. |