lay out the spade in a nation of hate  where the color of skin rules all  now see the hands of the dealer of lies  where the weak are humbled and fall    and my hands are tied  in this world's demise  now borrowed time    and you walk the line  in this world sublime  and you're left behind  but don't pray for me    downcast... in your world to be  downcast... and we all shall see    now breath the air in this world's despair  where the face of hope is lost  now taste the truth in a world of lies  where the mother of justice is gone    and my hands are tied  in this world's demise  now borrowed time    and you walk the line  in this world sublime  and you're left behind  but don't pray for me    downcast... in your world to be  downcast... and we all shall see    freedom is not a whisper  freedom is not a lie  freedom is the price we pay for those who fought and died    downcast... downcast... downcast... down