This is the day we'll find our way
This is the day we'll get our say
This is the day we'll break away
This is the day we judge the grey
Lost, fooled broken souls
In this juried hall
Only strength of will
Can prevail
What if there's no good?
What if good is wrong?
One will make the call
Play along
The Trial starts within dead walls
Where we made these unjust calls
Media public retribution
But we still hope for reparation
Down the stairs of humiliation
Saved by wealthy demons
They took their time away
Silenced with nothing to say
Quickly forgave with impunity
This ends the day that got away
This ends the day we had no say
This is the day that justice frayed

INVIA LE CORREZIONI