Take this heart of mine out of my chest.
And lay it beating in the snow
Do you even want to know?
What your doing to me?
How I wanted to believe?
But now I see.
As plain as light of day.
And I will never unsee it.


They say god is the last stop.
When you have nothing left.
When they take your voice.
And there is no choice,

How you try and survive.
When you were meant to thrive.

And I am crying out
For my people in the street.
The ones you beat.
And leave there bleeding in the snow.

But Justice is to slow.
There is only that below.
No one will protect them from the heavy blows.

A piece of paper is written with the law.
The life blood off us all.
Thin protection when the lawless have their hand
On the barrel of a gun.
What is it that you done?

I call out for relief.
My people dying on the street.
But Justice is too slow.
And it has no teeth.