They rule the world with empty fragments
Of what justice used to be
Now every rumor's a death sentence
Their mercy's placed on misguided grace
The final breathe, consumes the pain
Let the lungs exhale the weight
Here you stand, a victim of the circumstance
Swaying in their hate
Another day brings another victim
Believe in evidence they cannot see
Any excuse to incite fear
Guilty until you prove your innocence