The price of doubt

Inspired by the movie " The life of David Gale" English/French song #Thepriceofdoubt Intro: ( samples from the movie) " But what do we really know about death? Just that nobody comes back. But there's a point in life, a moment when your mind outlives its desires. Maybe death is a gift." Verse1: She knew the clock was running out, the sickness held the blade, So she turned her final heartbeat into evidence they’d hate. Built a crime scene from conviction, left the truth beneath the floor, Made an innocent man guilty just to prove what laws ignore. Every bruise became a sentence, every silence played its part, She transformed her dying body into one last work of art. Not for fame and not for pity, not because she feared the pain, But to show that courts can murder while pretending they’re humane. David waited in the darkness with the secret in his chest, Knowing truth would break the message, so he walked toward his death. Every camera called him monster, every headline sealed the lie, While the people praised the system as they watched an innocent die. Then the proof arrived too late, when the needle had gone cold, And the truth became a weapon no apology could hold. She gave everything to show them what their justice really meant: When the state becomes the killer, innocence is irrelevant. Chorus: (samples from the movie) "Maybe death is a gift. You're gonna let them kill you. Maybe death is a gift." Verse 2 : Ils parlent de vérité comme si l’erreur avait pas d’adresse, Un tampon, trois signatures et la mort devient une promesse. La justice a les yeux bandés, mais j’crois qu’elle mate par en dessous, Elle tranche entre deux dossiers puis rentre dormir comme nous. Les experts font des phrases propres, les plateaux font du spectacle, Un innocent dans la machine, c’est qu’un défaut dans l’habitacle. Elle, elle avait plus rien à perdre, juste une idée à faire survivre, Faire d’sa fin une question qu’leurs beaux discours pourraient pas suivre. Tout était prévu au millimètre, jusqu’au silence après les faits, Parce qu’un mensonge bien construit vaut mieux qu’la vérité mal faite. Lui savait, mais fallait s’taire, garder la clé dans la mâchoire, Voir les autres écrire sa fin avant même la fin de l’histoire. Ils réclament tous un coupable, ça rassure les honnêtes gens, Ils veulent du noir, ils veulent du blanc, surtout pas d’entre-deux gênant. Puis quand la preuve sort du trou, les regrets viennent faire les sages, Mais un mort revient pas en arrière parce qu’on corrige une page. English translation of verse 2 : They speak about the truth like mistakes don’t have an address, One stamp, three signatures, and death becomes a promise. Justice wears a blindfold, but I think she peeks below, She chooses between two case files, then goes home like we all do. Experts keep their language clean, the TV turns it into show, An innocent inside the system’s just a flaw they’ll never show. She had nothing left to lose, just one idea left to save, Turn her ending to a question all their speeches couldn’t face. Everything was planned precisely, every silence, every trace, ’Cause a well-built lie can beat a truth that’s badly put in place. He knew everything, stayed quiet, kept the key behind his teeth, Watched them write his final chapter while he still could breathe. Everybody needs a culprit, helps the decent people sleep, They want black, they want white, never shades that run too deep. Then the proof comes crawling out when there is nothing left to change, But the dead don’t come back breathing just because you fix the page. Chorus