Trivium
Lyricist: Trivium Composer: Trivium
Mistaken Identity
You really got this one wrong
Racially singled out
He must have a gun
And yet
You get
Off with
No time
How can this be the answer?
No crime yet they shot away
He now lies dead
The blood is on your hands
Hands which were supposed to protect
People like the man you blew away
This isn't justice, this is corruption
The four protectors fired fourty one shots
Hitting him nineteen times
Searching the body there were no weapons found
He lies with all who died in vain
Murder must still be a crime
When our inherent freedom
Is hatefully gunned down
By who we trust
And yet
You get
Off with
No time
How can this be the answer?
No crime yet they shot away
He now lies dead
Blood is on your hands
Hands which were supposed to protect
People like the man you blew away
This isn't justice, this is corruption
The four protectors fired fourty one shots
Hitting him nineteen times
Searching the body there were no weapons found
He lies with all who died in vain
Contempt breeds contamination
Contempt breeds contamination
Contempt breeds contamination
How can this be the answer?
No crime yet they shot away
He now lies dead
Blood is on your hands
Hands which were supposed to protect
People like the man you blew away
This isn't justice, this is corruption
The four protectors fired fourty one shots
Hitting him nineteen times
Searching the body there were no weapons found
He lies with all who died in vain
Contempt breeds contamination
Contempt breeds contamination
Contempt breeds contamination
Contempt breeds contamination