Lyrics:

Standing in the road and it’s rush hour
Wishing I was far from this scene
Standing in the road and I’m freezing
It’s hard to breathe
This morning I was dreaming of angels
Covered in the warmth of their wings
This morning was a different lifetime I’ve come to believe
So now I’m answering a million questions
Racking up my legal fees
Everyone’s assuming I’m guilty (guilty, guilty, guilty)
So now I’m watching as my house is raided
Like I’m some sort of terrorist
I thought that they were democratic, not an iron fist
More like an iron fist
Sitting on my couch like a leper
Interrogated sociopath
One hand is resting onto their holster, the other their staff
In my life I’ve been trained to respect them
Bred only to protect and serve
Now I know they're paid by the wealthy
The meek won’t be heard

So now I'm answering a million questions
Racking up my legal fees
Everyone's assuming I'm guilty (guilty, guilty, guilty)
So now I'm watching as my house is raided
Like I'm some sort of terrorist
I thought that they were democratic, not an iron fist
More like an iron fist
If I become what they have taught me
That is wrong (wrong, wrong, wrong)
I lose allegiance to the country that I’m born
The country that I am born
I always knew that they would find nothing
No weapons, just a mind of my own
This country was built only on treason
These homes for the slaves
Homes for the slaves