lay out the spade in a nation of hate

where the color of skin rules all

now see the hands of the dealer of lies

where the weak are humbled and fall



and my hands are tied

in this world's demise

now borrowed time



and you walk the line

in this world sublime

and you're left behind

but don't pray for me



downcast... in your world to be

downcast... and we all shall see



now breath the air in this world's despair

where the face of hope is lost

now taste the truth in a world of lies

where the mother of justice is gone



and my hands are tied

in this world's demise

now borrowed time



and you walk the line

in this world sublime

and you're left behind

but don't pray for me



downcast... in your world to be

downcast... and we all shall see



freedom is not a whisper

freedom is not a lie

freedom is the price we pay for those who fought and died



downcast... downcast... downcast... down