Blinded Justice

Lyrics Verse 1 Marble halls, monotone, measured moves, mechanical, Scales in stone, set in place, perfectly symmetrical, Careful phrasing, paper trails, polished and professional, Justice blind? That’s the line—clean, correct, conventional. Powdered poise, practiced pause, posture always pristine, Neutral faces, narrow views, nothing ever seen, Every ruling, routed, written, wrapped in tidy lines— Funny how the facts get filtered every single time. Pre-Chorus Eyes covered, but the aim precise, Call it fair, but check the price, Lose the case? Just bad design— Nothing personal, just decline. Chorus Justice blind? Yeah, right—read between the lines, Never sees your face but it knows your type, Tip the scale, call it fate, keep it clean, keep it light— If it looks a little crooked, just adjust the sight. Blindfold tight, tied just right, So it won’t detect the slight shift in the fight, Call it balance, call it law— Funny how it always lands on one side more. Verse 2 Golden gavels, heavy hands, echo through the empty stands, Every voice accounted for—some just never make demands, Files filtered, facts fitted, frame flipped, fine printed, Truth trimmed down till it fits in what they’ve already scripted. Name erased, case replaced, data scraped and rearranged, If it doesn’t fit the narrative, redefine the range, Question asked, question flagged, question buried out of sight— Justice doesn’t miss a thing, it just chooses what is right. Pre-Chorus Blindfold slipping? No—just static, Every flaw is systematic, If it bends, it’s by design— You just noticed out of line. Chorus Justice blind, justice fine, justice built to realign, Never random, never raw, every outcome pre-defined, Weigh it, shape it, spin it, state it—make it look like it’s divine, If it breaks, just paint it clean and call the fracture part of time. Blindfold bright, hide the sight, Mask the shift and mute the fight, Call it equal, call it fair— Funny how it’s never shared. Bridge Check the chain of command of the hands that demand that the plan stays intact when the facts get attacked and the act gets reframed in the name of the law while the flaw gets ignored and the core stays the same— Cut the claim, cut the blame, cut the truth out the frame, Shuffle names, shuffle pain, keep the system sustained— Who decides? Who defines? Who rewrites all the lines? Who denies what survives when the truth misaligns? Final Chorus JUSTICE BLIND—NO, JUST DESIGNED FILTERED FACTS IN A FRACTURED MIND TIP THE SCALE THEN CALL IT RIGHT BURN THE TRUTH AND KILL THE LIGHT SPIN THE STORY, SHIFT THE WEIGHT SEAL THE FILE AND STAMP THE FATE CALL IT ORDER, CALL IT LAW— HIDE THE HAND THAT TILTS IT ALL Outro Never blind. Never lost. Just aware… of the cost.