Lay that gavel down Big Judge

The hierarchal throne from which you cast your judgment

Offers you only a singular perspective

A skewed vantage point from on high

Descend from your cushioned bench

Which is numbing your senses

And level your gaze back in this earthly realm

Meet me amist the chaos of

Dreams... Ambitions... Expectations... Fears

And then handle your gavel from here

Look deep into my eyes

And hear the changing resonance of your sentencing