When there is no,
Respect for justice.
When there is nothing left of it.
When there is no,
Respect for justice.
When there is nothing left of it.
What happens to,
The truth people knew.
When there is no,
Respect for justice.
When there is nothing left of it.
When there is no,
Respect for justice.
When there is nothing left of it.
What happens to,
The truth people knew...
When it dies to go!
No longer known.
As a truth to know.
And nowhere to be shown.
As a truth to be known.
What happens to,
The truth people knew...
When,
It goes!
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