These are my indictments
To those who claim to be righteous,
And leave a trail of broken hearts on their way to enlightenment.
But I cant give into hatred or pass judgment,
Even towards every illusion I’ve been in love with.
‘Cause the heart that betrays itself willingly
Is like a nation that trades freedom for stability.
Its so seductive to be cold and corrupted and isolated, trying to be an independent republic.
But liberty, to be loved on the surface is worthless;
The sacrifice of revolution with no purpose.
Take it from a criminal searching for his redemption,
Cursing at God desperately trying to get his attention.