Down at the places where we mend
Trees bend and break.
With signs of life around this home
Sucking the life from the room.
It's upsetting to care but not as much as
knowing that others are unaware.
So where's the social-justice in
Punishing kids who aren't lucky in their birth rights.
Rewards for deeds not worth celebrating.
Do we devise a master plan for the fall of a nation?
Where it stems from, I want to know.
Begged for apologies, so what are you waiting for?
So we say we're tired of things we did
when we were just young kids.
Like we were born with the weight of the world to bare,
but I swear that I saw you there (swear that I saw you).
So where's the social-justice in
Distinguishing between public and private?
Rewards for deeds not worth celebrating.
Do we devise a master plan for the fall of a nation?
Where it stems from, I want to know.
So I ask myself about the world I'd like to build
Where freedom is justice, and justice is
freedom from what we call unfair.