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Judgment based on nothing
Unfounded, untrue
Belief in your assumption
Critical thought being absent
Judgment
Since when do you hold the gavel
Belief that makes you self-righteous
Critical thought being absent
It′s in what you see and what you do
Everything, it's in everyone
Judge by what you see
Crippling belief
It′s matter of fact
You take it from society
Conditioned to exclude you
Everyone is susceptible to jump to conclusions
With no remorse and no second thought
Instead of making a false assumption
Try to see what lies beneath the veil
As we live through this prison
One which we did create
We must not judge others based on appearances
Creating unnecessary conflict
Divide and conquer
Now tell me
Where does the merit lie in that?
The sun rises and casts shadows around the rich and poor alike
The snow falls on both king and pauper
Destitute, I seek a source of humility
Trapped and locked
I see nothing outside myself
No illumination to guide
The choice is made
Bitterness grows
Shaped by ill will
Resentment flows
I raise a glass to my lips
The chalice handed down to me
Judgment will call you to the court
Judge by what you see
Crippling belief
It is sickening
Unfounded, untrue
Belief in your assumption
Critical thought being absent
Judgment
Since when do you hold the gavel
Belief that makes you self-righteous
Critical thought being absent
It′s in what you see and what you do
Everything, it's in everyone
Judge by what you see
Crippling belief
It′s matter of fact
You take it from society
Conditioned to exclude you
Everyone is susceptible to jump to conclusions
With no remorse and no second thought
Instead of making a false assumption
Try to see what lies beneath the veil
As we live through this prison
One which we did create
We must not judge others based on appearances
Creating unnecessary conflict
Divide and conquer
Now tell me
Where does the merit lie in that?
The sun rises and casts shadows around the rich and poor alike
The snow falls on both king and pauper
Destitute, I seek a source of humility
Trapped and locked
I see nothing outside myself
No illumination to guide
The choice is made
Bitterness grows
Shaped by ill will
Resentment flows
I raise a glass to my lips
The chalice handed down to me
Judgment will call you to the court
Judge by what you see
Crippling belief
It is sickening
Writer(s): Christopher Mccabe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
