Had you what reason
Had you what right
To take away my rhythm
Steal away my rhyme. . .

You live in paranoia
You exhale prejudice
What you don't think pretty
You crush and perish. . .

There were reasons two,
Actually make it three
For my tolerance, my torture
The thing I call tyranny. . .

I hold them dear;
Try my best to defend
And pray for no danger
And then, not all's drear. . .

They lose their ground
While She rips their guise
One hope there's guilt
For them being so guile. . .

There will be light
And there's always love. . .
Yet I seal my lips 
To let my loved ones live. . .