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Justice for the Worker

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[male vocals] Oh,

remember

your

source

Power

is

fleeting,

but

truth

remains

You

sit

in

your

office

chair,

looking

down

on

the

rest

Treating

the

people

who

serve

you

like

a

burden

in

your

chest

Because

you

climbed

the

ladder,

you

think

you

own

the

sky

You

withhold

the

wages

that

keep

the

hungry

dry

You

forget

the

hands

that

built

the

house

you

live

in

now

Ignoring

the

sweat

on

their

brow,

ignoring

the

solemn

vow

Oh,

you

think

you’

re

a

god,

but

you’

re

only

a

man

God

is

watching

every

movement

of

your

hand

Though

you

delay

the

payment

and

you

think

you’

ve

won

the

prize

You’

re

just

sewing

seeds

of

sorrow

for

your

own

surprise

Justice

is

coming,

like

a

river

in

the

night

God

will

judge

the

darkness

with

His

holy

light

They

labor

from

sunrise,

they

labor

in

the

heat

You

keep

their

honest

earnings

while

you

sit

in

your

seat

You

play

with

their

future,

you

play

with

their

bread

You

don't

see

the

tears

that

the

broken

have

shed

You

think

you

have

power,

you

think

you

are

the

king

But

wait

for

the

harvest

that

your

actions

will

bring

Oh,

you

think

you’

re

a

god,

but

you’

re

only

a

man

God

is

watching

every

movement

of

your

hand

Though

you

delay

the

payment

and

you

think

you’

ve

won

the

prize

You’

re

just

sewing

seeds

of

sorrow

for

your

own

surprise

Justice

is

coming,

like

a

river

in

the

night

God

will

judge

the

darkness

with

His

holy

light

What

profit

a

man

to

gain

the

world

and

lose

his

soul?

When

the

books

are

opened,

can

you

truly

be

whole?

When

the

books

are

opened,

can

you

truly

be

whole?

Every

unpaid

coin

is

a

debt

against

your

name

Before

the

eyes

of

Heaven,

you

are

playing

a

losing

game

Take

your

heart

to

the

altar,

wash

your

conscience

clean

Stop

acting

like

a

master

in

a

world

so

unseen

God

is

the

judge,

He

hears

the

cry

of

the

poor

He

will

balance

the

scales,

He

will

settle

the

score

Your

power

is

smoke,

it

will

fade

in

the

wind

It’

s

time

to

stop

the

cycle

of

the

pride

you’

ve

sinned

Oh,

you

think

you’

re

a

god,

but

you’

re

only

a

man

God

is

watching

every

movement

of

your

hand

Though

you

delay

the

payment

and

you

think

you’

ve

won

the

prize

You’

re

just

sewing

seeds

of

sorrow

for

your

own

surprise

Justice

is

coming,

like

a

river

in

the

night

God

will

judge

the

darkness

with

His

holy

light

God

is

watching,

yeah

He

sees

the

sweat,

He

hears

the

cry

Turn

from

your

pride,

before

the

well

runs

dry

Justice,

sweet

justice,

is

on

the

way

Amen.

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