The world goes round 

It travels miles and miles 

It takes a while 

but gets back to the same old ground 



Everything you do 

will one day come back to you 

After travelling miles and miles 

somewhere, somehow 



True or not that's what I like to believe 

This is the kind of justice I want to breathe 



So fair, so innocent and so confortable 

You'll be judged by the hammer of the gods 



You will see 

that there isn't "me" nor "you" 

There's only something 

that we call "we"