Some people, they say,
"Justice for them, but not for me
The truth be ******
The truth is what I believe"

Some people, they love to play
On the strings
Of their fellow man's heart
Singing of right and wrong,
And self proclaimed tragedy

Some people, they choose
Who we should believe
By their whims and fantasies
Painting portraits to suit their needs
And self righteous nobility

Some people, they abandon their brothers
To the enemy at the gates
Forsaking their honor for their lives
And the self destructive world
To which they cling

Some people, they'd like to rule us out
Keeping us silent and meek
Ruling through their hatred
And their self-given mandate
Over everything

Still, some people wait
For true justice to arrive
Until that day comes
In silence, in weakness, in suffering
Faithful, we remain