"The Dead Can't Testify" by Billy Talent

… And the rain falls down, let it fall to the ground And the birds don't sing, no, they don't make a sound So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why Do they all get to live, and I have to die? … So they marched me down to the center of town With their pitchforks high in the air I was chained and bound with a blindfold around So the judge wouldn't catch my stare And they hung my soul from the gallows pole But the witch they never found So to those who don't fit society's mold Learn to swim or you will drown... "The Dead Can't Testify" - Ben Kowalewicz, Billy Talent