What was meant to be wasn't meant for me.
This place is so dark, and I can't see.
Turn on the lights, all I see is misery.
Where's the compassion? There's no mercy.

But the day will come and justice will be done.
But the day will come and justice will be done.

The time is running.
The time is running out.

The time is running out,
And misery shines too bright.
Will anything, will anything turn out right?
Will we ever win this fight?

Sick in the head, better off dead.
So fall to the ground or burn instead.
This is the time, these are the days.
And nothing can stand in our way.

But the day will come and justice will be done.
But the day will come and justice will be done.