Paroles de Co-Conspirators

Well, you know, so much of the time we're just lost We say, "Please, God, tell us what is right, tell us what is true" I mean, there is no justice The rich win, the poor are powerless We become tired of hearing people lie And after a time we become dead, a little dead We think of ourselves as victims, and we become victims We become, we become We become weak, we doubt ourselves, we doubt our beliefs, and we doubt the law But today you are the law