Music
A cold Nordic courtroom. A conflict between authority, evidence and the facts that refuse to disappear.
From Helsinki District cold and gray
The judge decided law is just a play
No clues, no proof, just a phantom ghost
The storyteller that you love the most
You broke the physics and you broke the law
But the tape recorded every single flaw
Oh tell me, judge, what did you see?
It’s a physical impossibility!
You twist the words, you sign the lie
But facts don't bend, and facts don't die
Justice is blind, but we have eyes
Welcome to the court of your sweet lies
Just one abuser in an empty room,
No single witness for my final doom.
You take your marker and you change the text,
We wonder what you're gonna fake the next?
You shield the perpetrator from the light,
And drag an innocent into the fight.
No one is above the law.
