Tytuł: Silent Jury

• Wykonawca: Fairweather
• Wyświetleń: 368

I'm waking up because of smelling salts that I've been given.
  Well that formula for caving in has now seceded,
  from a courthouse filled with empty judges.
  You've got a plan, you've got a blueprint,
  you're plagarizing what you can not be.
  It's not a plan, it's not a blueprint,
  you're criticizing what you can not be.
  A clientele of fools, continues to confuse our history,
  with what we're waiting for, a silent jury.
  So we can use our every means for progress...
  We're set free and who we want to be