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
Cómplices
Bueno, sabes, gran parte del tiempo simplemente estamos perdidos
Decimos, 'Por favor, Dios, dinos qué es correcto, dinos qué es verdad'
Quiero decir, no hay justicia
Los ricos ganan, los pobres son impotentes
Nos cansamos de escuchar a la gente mentir
Y con el tiempo nos volvemos muertos, un poco muertos
Nos consideramos víctimas, y nos convertimos en víctimas
Nos volvemos, nos volvemos
Nos volvemos débiles, dudamos de nosotros mismos, dudamos de nuestras creencias y dudamos de la ley
Pero hoy tú eres la ley