Justice

What shape now, is the, and,
What price now, is the hate that I’m fuelling?
CHORUS
I’m king of a very small tribe,
of the minuscule enemies.
Let’s all go to heaven at once,
Just one blast for Justice then,
Death!
Holy words, and a blessed detonator,
Inside eyes, like the
CHORUS
Death!
But it’s not like you at all,
Though he smiles at the passers by,
And he works his digits raw,
And he’s as a hearing aid.
And all the stars just slide away from me,
And all desires are slipping out the door,
So leave me where I lay my faithless head,
Join your dots and keep it to yourself,
Just leave me where I lay.
CHORUS
Just leave me where I lay.
CHORUS
Just one blast for Justice then,
Death!