Songtext von Injustice

Hate, fear, and prejudice, pride holds their soul. Black, white in blood red, death takes its toll. Isolated, segregated, forced beneath your hand. Dominated prisoners, slaves in their own land Afrikaan, white Afrikaan, black backs to the wall. Afrikaan, white Afrikaan, soon your sword will fall, one year, two years, maybe none at all! Diamond hearts in golden prisons bow to pale Gods. Justification done with facade. You built a mighty empire by the sweat of other men. When they stop their work, what will happen then? Through the streets the childern march, freedom is their song. Soon the victory will be won, I know it won't be long. In the township God is dying, slumped against a tree. When you crush the least of these you do it unto me!