Nothing can save you Justice is lost Justice is raped Justice is gone Pulling your strings Justice is done Seeking no truth Winning is all Find it so
each other, Arthur What if its my turn, will you want me to go? For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son It is impossible for any severed
still, what's left to be Hear nothing, say nothing Cannot face the fact I think for me No guarantee, it's life as is But damn you for not giving me my
to death See our mother die Smoldering decay Take your breath away Millions of our years In minutes disappears Darkening in vain Decadence remains All is said and
Shortest straw This shortest straw Has been pulled for you Pulled for you (Shortest straw) Pulled for you (Shortest straw) Pulled for you (Shortest
beatings begin Distributor of pain Your loss becomes my gain Anger, misery You'll suffer unto me Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow All
of terror, death of much more I'm the slave of fear, my captor Never warnings, spreading its wings As I wait for the horror she brings Loss of interest
When a man lies, he murders some part of the world These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives All this I cannot bear to witness any longer
both the plus and negative Do you need what I need? Boundaries overthrown Look inside to each his own Do you trust what I trust? Me, myself and I Penetrate
can save you Justice is lost Justice is raped Justice is gone Pulling your strings Justice is done Seeking no truth Winning is all Find it so
ترجمه: متالیکا. ... و عدالت برای همه.
ترجمه: متالیکا. ... و عدالت برای همه [DVD].
See our mother die Smoldering decay Take her breath away Millions of our years In minutes disappears Darkening in vain Decadence remains All is said and
both the plus and negative Do you need what I need? Boundaries overthrown Look inside, to each his own Do you trust what I trust? Me, myself, and
as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me Now the world is gone, I'm just one Oh God, help me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God
beatings begin Distributor of pain Your loss becomes my gain Anger Misery You'll suffer unto me Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow All
Birth of terror Death of much more I'm the slave of fear, my captor Never warnings Spreading its wings As I wait for the horror she brings Loss
