| Culture hostage.
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| I’m writhing in the cold grasp of justice,
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| As she turns away.
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| Blind is she supposed to be but,
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| Someone took a razor to her mask.
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| Rusted now the scales you hold,
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| The balance tipped by the weight of gold.
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| When will it end?
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| When will it ever end?
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| The judgment man holds my fate,
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| As I beg forgiveness with the
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| Plastic smile of a candidate.
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| They take for granted that I’m out of my mind
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| And they’re wasting their time to care.
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| So all my reasons are damned before they’re heard.
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| I’m held hostage by their words.
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| What will lead us to tolerance
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| If we don’t question our prejudice?
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| Courage is such a lonely word,
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| Patience, in time these truths will be known.
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| Please, don’t keep looking away.
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| You see fortunes are on line, reputations at risk,
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| And there’s fear in the hearts of all of you
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| That believe that you’re right,
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| And that’s your right.
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| But are you… right?
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| The judgment man holds my fate,
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| As I gaze around the room,
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| Their eyes are like knives, could decapitate.
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| They take for granted that I’m out of my mind
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| And I’m wasting their time, don’t show, don’t show me my fate.
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| Reasons are damned, can’t understand.
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| If I fall to pieces they’ll know…
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| He’s out of his mind and he’s wasting our time, we know.
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| As I sense my fate…
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| His reasons be damned, can’t understand him.
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| … and now all my reasons are damned before they’re heard.
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| I’m held hostage by their words.
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| I’m a hostage. |