This is the second version of this track.  The first was too long, the vocals were over-cooked.  Had a lot of headspace issues with the vocals and instruments.  The lyrics were a little shoddy in places.

I completely re-worked the entire track, removed the last verse, got rid of the piano, improved the roaring base, freed up some headspace with a lot of EQ work, revised the lyrics, cut down the number of tracks.  I think this one is much less harsh.  In fact, I enjoy listening to it.

Lyrics:

Ad Nauseam:  Movement two:  “The Prosecution of Judge Leeds”

Judge Justice Leeds,
My name is Mr. Daniel William Gray.
You put my baby daughter in her grave
When you sent her with her mother.
	And her child abusing boyfriend.

The gun you see
Pointed at your face will only speak
If the people in the galley all agree
That you’re a crooked bastard.
	Sanctimonious asshole.

Judge Justice Leeds,
How can you go home at night and sleep
With all the vengeful spirits circling?
	Ad Nauseam
		What’s your fucking problem?
		I won’t take it anymore.

Beginning with exhibit A:
The son of Willamina Mae
A black man protesting hate
Gunned down by a young, white ape.

While walking to his car
It was just half a block away.
Judge Leeds catches the case
Quickly it goes the wrong way.

Watched every single ruling bend 
To the young hoodlum’s play,
And at the end of the day,
The killer got a free foul play.

I saw photos on the news
Of Justice Leeds in his college days
Drinking with the killer’s dad.

Justice Leeds,
Did you even lose a moment’s sleep
While fucking up your job so perfectly?
	Ad Nauseam
		You nepotistic asshole.
		I won’t let you anymore.

Her name was Missy D. McKay.
Pre-debutant in every way
Twelve years old and full of grace.
With a perfect, kind little face.

Until a boy of seventeen 
Took innocence away.
A clear-cut case of rape,
But Justice Leeds was on the case.

He took the girl to task.
He shamed her for flirtatious ways.
With six months the boy escaped,
But Judge Leeds was enraged.

That she went out of state
To end her pregnancy by rape.
She hung herself in juvie jail.

What you’ve seen,
Is just a tiny glimpse of his misdeeds
He needs to be humbled desperately.
He’s just a sleazy lawyer.
	He’d sell his fucking mother.

What we need,
A definitive correction, so I plead.
Hear his muted victims and their creed.
Return a guilty verdict.
	He’s not fit for service

Justice Leeds,
How can you go home at night and sleep
Since working all those wicked, evil deeds?
	Ad Nauseam
		I’ll make a chair from your hide.
		You sold Astraea for a whore.

Ad Nauseam 2: The Prosecution of Judge Leeds Version 2

Matt Cantrell