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A storm is approaching that's pulling us downKeeping our backs turned, we leave ourselves boundCreating the tempest we're trying to still,often forgetting we write our own will.The hammer strikes hard searching for vengeanceThe toll is high for a carried out sentence.When the gavel descends your freedom endsand the cost of your choice like lightning descends.All your life you've kept your motives concealed,and now at last we find the reason revealed.Always trying to put your guilt on the shelf,avoiding the term that you bring on yourself.The hammer strikes hard searching for vengeanceThe toll is high for a carried out sentence.When the gavel descends your freedom endsand the cost of your choice like lightning descends.Enter the shrink who will search to find reasonSay that who you are can change like the season.Try and talk your way out, claiming life has been bad,point the finger to mom and surely to dad.It's been brought to my attentionLetras de cancionesthat the need for this detentionis not for you to pay your due,but for me to work and pay for you.Confess what you've done - Deceive no one.Support what you show - Prove what you know.Why don't you take what's coming?Why don't you stop running?If this is what justice demands,then the price is out of your hands.When you try and lay blamewhere it doesn't belong,all you see is a mirror.Though the sentence you bearfails to undo the wrong,does it bring redemption nearer?Attorneys represent our country's slow descent.Sometimes it seems that their aimis to feed the corruption's flame.So many alibis that hide too many liesthat lead us from the truth -so the courts become no use.The gavel that lies in your handis the power that rules the land.The witness that lies at the standis the coward the criminal planned.Won't someone please, please tell mehow we can let it slide so far?Won't someone please, please show mehow we've reached the point where we are?What's gone wrong, what's the cause?Without enforcement, what good are laws?What good is time if it doesn't fit the crime?What good are judges who aren't worth a dime?The gavel that lies in your handis the power that rules the land.The witness that lies at the standbreaks the oath that was made with his hand.We let ourselves be overrunwhen we fail to convict the guiltyAnd the hammer's strike sets freethose who plague society. From Letras Mania