Where is the justice in the world? The wicked make so much noise Mother. The righteous stay oddly still. With no will there’s all the riches in the world, leaves us poor tonight. And strength is not without humility. Its weakness an untreatable disease.
Where is the justice in the world? The wicked make so much noise Mother. The righteous stay oddly still. With no will there’s all the riches in the world, leaves us poor tonight. And strength is not without humility. Its weakness an untreatable disease.