Текст песни Justice - Dirt Poor Robins

I never was late, you could rest assured
I'd never need a reminder
But everyday was made to wait
For errant names and reprobates
Such was assigned as my fate
Faithfully I would prepare my works
To prove God's wrath was undeserved
But the while the one defiled by purity, by sinners reviled
Subject to their guile

Justice is what I seek
I judge the ones in debt to me
They stole my soul, these wanton thieves
Now doll my foes their penalty

The beauty I have was a gift from birth
The cornerstone of all my worth
Be proud of this crown and you'll be found
Arrogant, narcissistic by critics unbound
Tracking your moves like a hound on my trail
I just left his shop but I'm late for my show and I cannot stop
I would not have strayed or run
Away if I could've found an owner to pay
Still he ran me into this grave

Justice is what I seek
I judge the ones in debt to me
They stole my soul, these wanton thieves
Now doll my foes their penalty
Justice
Give me justice
Justice
Give me justice