The Voice of Conviction

We walk with blinded eyes
Through the maze of deception
Noone can be trusted
Fear your own reflection
Until the case has concluded
We are overwhelmed with doubts
Another truth will be eluded
Rest beneath the shroud
No way out of death there’s no defender
Your everlasting greed I will remember
Nothing not a thing will ever be as cold as you
The voice of conviction
And at the end of the day is justice even right
This is a price to pay to judge a human life
Gambling with the price for truth
Place your bets and pray
A war that’s fought
On your golden scale of infamousness
We are circumvented and forced to accept
Your absurd conclusions
No way out of death there’s no defender
Your everlasting greed I will remember
Nothing not a thing will ever be as cold as you
The voice of conviction
Can you sense the storm that’s headed our way
Shallow are the waters where mothers used to pray
In silence we awaited
The cure to the disease
Miasma had decayed
The realm of disbelief
Betrayed by the verdict
Of a system that has failed
We stagger like an addict
Justice will prevail
No way out of death there’s no defender
Your everlasting greed I will remember
Nothing not a thing will ever be as cold as you
The voice of conviction