Co-Conspirators - Maybeshewill

Well, you know, so much of the time we’re just lost

We say, «Please, God, tell us what is right, tell us what is true»

I mean, there is no justice

The rich win, the poor are powerless

We become tired of hearing people lie

And after a time we become dead, a little dead

We think of ourselves as victims, and we become victims

We become, we become

We become weak, we doubt ourselves, we doubt our beliefs, and we doubt the law

But today you are the law