Hymns inside a trial court

In time of crisis
every fingers will stretch even for a mile
to wrap around people who's under us
abuse your power to brand
to channel all faults at hand
the innocent seems to be the filthy
the hunted hides quietly
in the shadows of the overshadowed words
around the round table
there are no eye contacts made
leaving visions unparalleled to each other
as the conductor strikes his cue
everybody sings in no unison:
"my hands are free from blood"

Dialogue

At first, i thought i'm addicted to the coffee
every inch in my body shouts for caffeine
it seemed unquenchable
until i realized it's the talk with my friends that's pulling me here
every cell of my body is crying for another dialogue
but still yeah
coffee's great!