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Metallica And Justice For All

can save you Justice is lost Justice is raped Justice is gone Pulling your strings Justice is done Seeking no truth Winning is all Find it so

what's left to be Hear nothing Say nothing Cannot face the fact I think for me No guarantee, it's life as-is But damn you for not giving me my chance

the beatings begin Distributor of pain Your loss becomes my gain Anger Misery You'll suffer unto me Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow All

Birth of terror Death of much more I'm the slave of fear, my captor Never warnings Spreading its wings As I wait for the horror she brings Loss

When a man lies He murders some part of the world These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives All this I cannot bear to witness any longer

each other, Arthur What if its my turn, will you want me to go? For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son It is impossible for any severed

to death See our mother die Smoldering decay Take your breath away Millions of our years In minutes disappears Darkening in vain Decadence remains All is said and

beatings begin Distributor of pain Your loss becomes my gain Anger, misery You'll suffer unto me Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow All

When a man lies, he murders some part of the world These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives All this I cannot bear to witness any longer