The lawyer pulled my sleeve to make me understand that I shouldn't speak
The look of someone who doesn't know how to handle a situation
As if he were there in my place
I had been locked in a cell for 48 hours thinking about what to say
They made me sleep with the lights on
The freezing air and a blanket that smelled of piss
While they repeated to me: 'This time it's your business
Tonight you'll all end up in jail
I'd had just enough time to try not to look like a bad person
Pulling my hair down, taking those bracelets off my wrist and necklaces off my neck
As if they were chains that imprisoned me in another person
I was thinking about my mother
How much she had done to avoid it
Dante describes it as an immense chasm
Which opens up in the bowels of the earth
This underground cavity opened when Lucifer
Cast out of heaven after his rebellion against God
He was thrown to the center of the earth
I stood up and said, 'Mr. Judge, I made a mistake.'
And while the lawyer was tugging at my sleeve I was just thinking
'I don't want to end up like this'