Queensrche — Hostage

Culture hostage, I'm writhing In the cold grasp of justice As she turns away, she turns away Blind is she supposed to be but Someone took a razor to her mask Rusted now the scales you hold The balance tipped by the weight of gold When will it end? When will it ever end? The judgment man holds my fate As I beg forgiveness with the plastic smile of a candidate They take for granted that I'm out of my mind and they're wasting their time to care So all my reasons are damned before they're heard I'm held hostage by their words What will lead us to tolerance If we don't question our prejudice? Courage is such a lonely word Patience, in time these truths will be known Please, don't keep looking away You see fortunes are on line, reputations at risk, and there's fear in the hearts of all of you that believe that you're right And that's your right But are you... right? The judgment man holds my fate As I gaze around the room Their eyes are like knives, could decapitate They take for granted that I'm out of my mind and I'm wasting their time, don't show, don't show me my fate (Reasons are damned, can't understand.) If I fall to pieces they'll know... (He's out of his mind and he's wasting our time, we know) As I sense my fate... (His reasons be damned, can't understand him) ...and now all my reasons are damned before they're heard I'm held hostage by their words Reasons damned before they're heard I'm held hostage by their words Reasons damned before they're heard I'm a hostage I'm a hostage I'm a hostage Jury: "Guilty, guilty, guilty!." Judge: "Order, order We will have order in the court."